The crowd parted, and there he stood, like he was Moses or something, wearing jeans and his trusty faded Hawks hoodie, his mouth grim, his hair a mess, dark circles under his eyes. He looked both terrible and wonderful all at once.

He was the best thing she’d ever seen.

Wordlessly he approached her, his brows furrowed, his mouth curled down. He stopped just before her, everyone watching them, the crowd silent. You could’ve heard a pin drop.

Even the boisterous DJ was quiet.

“Darlin’, is that you?” He tilted his head. “What the hell are you doing wearing that silly wig?”

…

Well, hell, what happened to his woman? She looked ridiculous in the pink wig, her cheeks flushed, her eyes a little wild, sweat dotting her forehead.

She was hot—and not in the sexy, drive him wild way. No, Willow was literally hot. Sweating her ass off hot.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice raspy.

“I came to find you,” he said simply, because really it was as simple as that.

He missed her. He wanted her back in his life. And he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“Why?”

“We won our game today,” he said, changing the subject. He needed to tell her this. Needed to get everything off his chest.

“That’s great,” she said, her brows scrunched in that way they got when she was confused.

“I scored the winning touchdown. Caught it and ran it down the field. Seventy-two-yard pass,” he said proudly. It had been the fucking play of his life.

“That’s amazing.” The genuine smile she gave him made his heart lurch. Fuck, he would’ve killed to see that smile only a few hours ago, and now here she was.

Wearing a pink wig? That sort of threw him.

“What’s up with the hair,

Will?”

“I’ll explain later.” She waved a hand at the crowd—who were all still watching—then pointed at the DJ. “Play a song, damn it! This is a party, people want to dance!”

The guy did as she asked, most of the crowd starting to move again, though a few still watched them.

“So you came all the way to Vegas to tell me you won your game?” She sounded incredulous, not that he could blame her.

“Well, that was part of it.” He’d been high as hell coming off that field. He’d felt like a damn hero. He’d been ready to celebrate, on top of the world.

And missing his woman more than life itself.

She scratched her neck. He bet that wig itched like crazy. “Do you want to go somewhere and talk?” she asked. “I mean, we’re surrounded right now.”

“I don’t care who hears what I have to say. I gotta get it off my chest.” He cleared his throat. “I’ve missed you, Willow. More than I can say. When I won that game and came off the field, ready to celebrate the play of my life, I felt…lost.”

She stared at him, not saying a word.

“I let you go before without a fight, like a coward. I let your father walk all over me, and I hate that. Hate that I hurt you so bad.”

He took a deep breath, scared that she still wasn’t talking. His Willow loved to talk. Argue. Prove him wrong. Maybe that she wasn’t speaking was a good sign?

“I’m ready to fight for you now. I want you to be mine. Only mine. I’m so damn sorry for what happened. That you feel like I tried to force you into admitting we’re in a relationship when you weren’t ready. That you believe I did this all like some sort of weird, twisted game where I used you to get back at your dad or whatever. I wanted to earn your trust and instead, I tried to bully you into a relationship, and you don’t work like that. No woman would.” He stepped closer, reaching out and grabbing her hand. Her fingers were cold in his grip. “That’s the last time I leave you, even if you kick me out the fucking door. My life is flat out not right without you by my side. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I need you. I’m not complete without you.”

Tags: Karen Erickson Game for It Romance
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