My heart flutters as I slowly nod. “I would love that.”
“What time does your plane get in?”
“7:10 on Monday night.”
“You couldn’t change it to earlier?”
“No, I already tried. Everything was booked.”
“Can you send me the flight info?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Awesome,” I say breathlessly, my chest feeling empty from where he has my heart. “I miss you.”
“God, Avery, I miss you so fucking much,” he groans. “I just want you home now.”
“Me too,” I whisper. “I hate it here.”
“Two days. And then I’ll take you to get ice cream, we’ll talk, and we’ll leave all this nonsense in the past. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Because I love you, Avery. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you.” Swallowing hard, I bite into my lip. “I’m sorry.”
“No, not now. Wait. Because I need to say it too.”
I blink back the tears as I nod slowly. “Okay, but how’s your leg?”
He chuckles. “Well, because I kicked in your door, they wouldn’t let me play last night and we lost.”
“So I guess that’s my fault?”
“I mean, if you want the blame, I’ll let you have it,” he teases and I grin. “No, it’s mine. I shouldn’t have gotten so
mad that I kicked your door.”
“Maybe I should have opened it?”
“Yeah, that would have been nice. My knee and my team would have thanked you for that,” he says and I laugh. “But that’s a conversation for Monday, okay?”
“Okay,” I agree. “But one thing?”
“Yeah?”
“Nothing happened with Delanie Cunt Collins, did it?”
He scoffs. “Fuck no, my heart is in New Jersey.”
My mouth turns up into a full grin and I let out a sigh. “And my heart is in Nashville.”
“Damn right, and you aren’t getting it back.”
“I don’t want it.”