Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Is this seat taken?” she asks as she approaches me.
“Yeah, my girl’s sitting there.”
She laughs and places her tray on the table before sitting next to me. She opens her bottle of water and takes a long pull before turning to look at me.
“Thank you for earlier. I didn’t mean to seem ungrateful for all that you’re doing to keep Chaz away, but I’d feel terrible if you got in trouble because of me.”
“Roe, if I get in trouble, it’s because of him and his actions. Not you. Never you,” I say, reaching out and tucking a loose strand of hair that’s fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear. Her hair is so fucking soft, just like silk.
“Here.” I hand her an orange. “It was the last one, so I grabbed it for you.”
Her eyes soften. “Thank you, Landry.”
Leaning over, I peck a kiss on her cheek. “Anything for my girl.” I’ve noticed that every day for the last couple of weeks, she always grabs an orange. When I saw it was the last one, I didn’t want her to miss out. That’s what a good boyfriend is supposed to do, right? Hell, I don’t know. I’ve never been a boyfriend. Sure, I know right from wrong and how to treat people. My only experience is a few dates here and there. Maybe I need to start paying more attention to Knox and Corie to make sure I’m not fucking this up. Because the more time I’m around Rowan, the more chances I get to hold her hand and call her mine, and the feeling of rightness that settles in my chest with each interaction, I know that’s what she’s going to be.
Mine.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
“Are you finished for the day too?” I ask, shoving a huge bite of grilled chicken into my mouth. Training camp is all the healthy shit. I can’t wait to get out of here and eat a greasy cheeseburger. At least for me, my girl is here. I guess Knox has that, as well. Corie has been floating around taking pictures for the Rampage social media accounts.
“I am. Unless there’s an injury that needs tending to.”
“I can think of something you can work on for me,” I tell her, and instantly, that blush of hers that I love so much colors her cheeks.
“You just can’t seem to help yourself, can you?” she asks, shaking her head.
“Not where you’re concerned,” I admit. She thinks I’m teasing, but it’s the truth. With every moment I get of hers, I crave fifty more. It’s the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me, but it also feels right. I’m supposed to be sitting here with her.
“I’m over grilled chicken,” Reid says, plopping down in a chair across from us.
I want to tell him to move along, but he’s one of my best friends, so I just shovel more healthy shit into my mouth instead.
“Funny, Landry was just saying the same thing,” Rowan tells him.
Reid nods. Out of all of my friends, he’s the most like me with food. “Why are you all hiding in the back corner? It took me forever to find you. I texted the others to tell them where we were.”
It hasn’t occurred to my friend that I was sitting here alone with the beautiful Rowan for a reason, you know, like privacy. I’m about to say just that when my sister and Knox show up, closely followed by Foster and Baker.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” Corie says, putting her tray down and leaning over to give Rowan a hug. “This is my first training camp, and I thought I was going to be surrounded by sweaty men.” She wrinkles her nose.
“I thought you liked me sweaty?” Knox asks her.
“Ahh,” I say, dropping my fork to my plate and covering my ears.
Rowan laughs, placing her hand on my arm to lower it. “They’re married, Landry,” she says softly.
Dropping my hand below the table, I grab hers and lace our fingers together. I’m not left-handed, but I pick up my fork and go to town on my food with my left hand. If hearing Knox talk about my sister gets me to hold her hand, he can say whatever he wants. I’ll just block him out as I think about how soft her skin is and how right it feels to be sitting here with her like this.
Dinner is loud, with all of us talking and laughing. When it’s time to call it a night, I walk Rowan to the parking lot. “You can stay with me,” I tell her. I have a single room, being a veteran on the team.
There it is, that damn smile that lights me up from the inside. “Thank you, but I need to go home and shower.”
“Text me when you get home?”