Catching the Player (A Hamilton Family 3)

“She might not love me anymore,” Wyatt admitted, his voice cracking.

“Do you love her?”

“I think so—” He cut himself off, clearing his throat. “I mean, yes, I do.”

“Better,” Eric said.

Wyatt turned back to her house again. He’d give anything to be inside there, holding her, telling her that everything would be okay. That he would never leave her. “How do I fix this?”

“Start with that.”

“With what?” Wyatt asked, frowning.

“Tell her you love her.”

Wyatt grimaced. “That’s it? That’s your big advice? Just tell her I love her, and it’ll all be magically fixed?”

“You’d be surprised what those three little words can do.” Eric chuckled. “But a grand gesture would help, too.”

“A grand gesture,” Wyatt said slowly, his brow wrinkled. “Like what?”

“Whatever you think will show her you love her, and that you’re serious. For me, it was quitting my job and moving to Texas. For others, it’s as simple as flowers and some pretty words. It depends on the girl and the guy and the situation, I guess.”

Wyatt didn’t say anything.

He was too busy absorbing this information.

Grand gesture. That’s what he needed. The question was…what was grand enough? Quitting football for her? Losing a game for her? Winning one? Standing out here on her lawn until she accepted his apology and gave him another chance? Giving her flowers every day?

None of those seemed big enough.

Eric chuckled. “It’s kind of funny. A year ago, you were the one giving me advice about Shel, and now here I am, returning the favor. It all comes around.”

“Yeah, thanks, man.” Wyatt swallowed. “I have to go. I’ll tell you how it goes.”

“Good luck,” Eric said before hanging up.

Wyatt slipped his phone back into his pocket and set the flowers down on the stoop. Inside the bouquet was a note with three simple words.

I’m sorry.

—Wyatt

That wasn’t enough. He needed his grand gesture. His brother had driven across the country for his. He had no clue what Brett and Chris had done to get their girls to forgive them. Walking up to the door, he pressed his face against it. “I screwed up, Kass. I know that. You know that. But I refuse to give up on us. You’re everything I never knew I wanted, and if it takes me years to get you to believe me and give me a second chance, then I’ll wait years.”

Walking backward, still hoping she’d open the door, he moved toward his car. It didn’t open. As he slid into his driver seat, he headed toward the gym, but as he turned down Walnut, he realized he had one more stop to make.

He knew what his grand gesture needed to be.

Pulling in front of the flower shop, he tightened his grip on the wheel. It was time to make this right, both with Kassidy and her brother. Her parents had no clue he even existed, as far as he knew, but if they were there, he’d make it right with them, too.

Clenching his jaw, he pushed out of the car and walked up to the shop, hands in his pockets. As he opened the door, Caleb lifted his head. When he saw who stood there, the smile he’d been wearing faded away, and he blinked. “You again?”

“Yeah.” He hesitated. “I need your help.”

Caleb crossed his arms. “I already told you her favorite flowers. I’m not going to give them to her for you, too.”

“I gave them to her already. Or, actually, I left them on her doorstep.” Wyatt ran a hand down his face. “She didn’t open the door for me.”