“Honestly? I think that’s just Lance being Lance. In all the time I’ve known him, he’s been a bit of a wildcard. I know the guys adore him, but I also think they worry that he has these periods where he comes off the rails a little.”
“Do you think I should be worried? Do you…” my voice cracks a little with the weight of this question. “Do you think he’s sleeping around on me?”
The question itself is a loaded one. I don’t think either of us know the extent to which we should be worried or what exactly we should be concerned about.
Ainsley grabs my hand. “No. Mica, I’ve seen the way he looks at you and how he acts when you’re around. He’s in deep for you. I think you just need to give him some space when he’s like this. You’re the first relationship he’s had, as far as I know. He’s probably just trying to figure out the ropes.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’m just overreacting. And now that basketball is starting, I’m sure it’ll take some time for him to get in groove again. Just forget I said anything.”
I wave my hand as if to wipe the thought away and swipe another cookie, the sugary texture melting in my mouth and filling me with bliss.
“Now, let’s talk wedding details, shall we?”
And with that, we get down to business and I get to live vicariously through Ainsley’s perfect new life and love.