Page 69 of Shape Of My Heart
“Thank you so much,” she told him and snuggled into hisembrace.
He held her close to him, filling her with that feeling of safety, again, she’d felt lastnight.
“Thank you foreverything.”
“Anything for you,beautifulAmy.”
* * *
Josh hadthe pleasure of watching her on a daily basis. Nightandday.
He didn’t know that he could be so fascinated with one woman as he had been with her. Everything she did amazed him and it was nice to have her around all the time. It got to a point where he couldn’t remember not having her in his life. He was serious when he told her he didn’t know what they had, but wanted it. Since then every minute spent with her strengthened thatdesire.
The first week she spent at his house was the very best week he’d ever lived there. She brought so much life into the house and seemed appreciative of everything. She liked waking up to watch the sunrise on the beach. She liked sitting by the fireplace with a fire in the back while she drank cinnamon hot chocolate. She liked his not-that-great cooking, and she liked listening to classical music and reading poemswithhim.
His sessions with his therapist helped a great deal, but what worked for him was Amy. Her. Plain and simple. It was her. She made him want to be a betterperson.
She made his house feel like a home and extended her presence to accompanying him to the stadium when she could to offer her support. He was grateful for it. Particularly on days like today when he was exhausted from the intense weekthey’dhad.
He’d finished about fifteen minutes ago but Coach Simpson wanted to go through some strategies with him. Josh was particularly good at this and would have been able to give more insightful commentary if he hadn’t noticed Amy talking with Corey by the water stand. Josh knew Corey and couldn’t believe his asshole of a best friend was flirtingwithher.
Amy wore denim shorts and a white shirt over an olive-green tank top. Her golden hair sparkled against the bright stadium lights. The whole image of her was sexy as hell without trying, and she carried herself in that sassy-but-girlie way heliked.
When Corey rested his hand on her shoulder Josh glowered at him, but he was too fartosee.
“Josh, what do you think of that?” Coachasked.
Josh continued to glower at Corey, thinking that if he wanted to keep his hand then he needed to remove it from his girl. And stop talking tohertoo.
“Josh.”
“What?” He looked back to Coach Simpson quickly. “Um yes.” He didn’t know what he was saying yes to, but that was usually the correct answer, except wherenowasrequired.
To Josh’s horror Amy started to laugh at whatever lame joke Corey was telling her and brushed her hand across his chest. She didn’t do that to Josh, and his jokes were always funny. More than Corey’s, which would be about some stupid horse or his family’s farm. But, maybe Amy liked horses andfarms.
“Josh,” Coach Simpson bellowed, nudging him in his side really hard. Josh looked at the older man and saw the annoyance on his face. His grey brows were lowered and nostrilsflared.
“Yescoach?”
“Look son, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, and if your assistant’s going to be that much of a distraction tell her nottocome.”
“Okay.” Josh rushed across the field before Coach Simpson could say another word. When he got up to Corey and Amy, Josh nudged into him so hard Corey fell over. He then took Amy’s hand and pulled her away from the scene of startled onlookers on the side lines who were now laughing atCorey.
He didn’t care, he just wanted to get her away from them, all of them. Coach was right, Josh should keep her safe from these evil man creatures. By right he should let her stay at home, but that would mean he wouldn’t see her all day, and if it was late like this she’d be asleep by the time hegotin.
“Josh.” Amy winced. He was pulling her too fast. He slowed down but he didn’t let go ofherhand.
“Josh, where are you taking me? This is the changing room.” She winced as they got to the doors. He didn’t care, he needed to keep herwithhim.
“I need to keepyousafe.”
“Safe from what?” Shechuckled.
“Just come. And close your eyes.” Most of the guys would have gone home so he was hoping the changing room would beclear.
“I’m not going inthere.”
He ignored her protests and pulled her through the door. The aim was to get her to his quiet little corner of the room. However, to his misfortune they encountered Ty, Philip, Sam, and that damn Gage, who was showing off his latest tattoo. Everyone else was dressed, but no not Gage. The conceited bastard was shirtless and, to Josh’s further dismay, Amy’s eyes glued to Gage looking at the sculptured muscles along his abs. Josh could have murdered him right then. Seriously, and to make matters worse, Gage saw her and indulged in the admiration with his stupid self by flexing his muscles for her and kissinghisabs.
