Hooked by Love (Bellevue Bullies 3)

“Love you.”

Hanging up the phone, I shake my head as I try to think of what it could be. It doesn’t make sense, and I wish he’d just tell me now. It’s going to drive me crazy, but I need to let it go. I have a girl to celebrate.

Heading out, I see her at the table, her spoon to her mouth and her phone out in front of her. “Ha, now who’s texting their on the side person?”

She laughs. “Um, no, actually, I’ll looking at your timeline.”

I narrow my eyes playfully. “Stalker.”

She grins, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Shit. What did I do? “Well, if I weren’t a stalker, I wouldn’t know that Delanie Collins is so excited to see you this weekend and is hoping you’re ready for some fun.”

I laugh. “When did she post that?” I sit down and grab her phone. Sure as shit, there is a post on my timeline from her. Why didn’t she just text me that? “Hm. Yeah, she’s coming in for a late celebration of Baylor’s birthday. They’re best friends.”

She doesn’t look convinced. “Friend of yours?”

“I used to sleep with her.”

Her eyes widen. “Awesome, and you’re seeing her while I’m out of town?”

I grin at her suspicious eyes and shake my head. “We are going out for Baylor’s birthday.”

“With her?”

“Whoa, Jealous Jenny, calm your tits. I’m going with Markus, and I would go with you, but you’re leaving me for the weekend.”

She gives me a deadpan look. “’Cause I’ve got to.”

“Okay? So you go, I go, and then we meet up for hot sex when you get back.”

Shaking her head, she takes a bite of her ice cream. “I knew you were using me for sex.”

I scoff. “Please, you know it’s ’cause your daddy can get me first in the draft.”

That has her laughing and I laugh too before leaning across the table to kiss her cold lips. Pulling away, I smile. “Delanie is nothing to me, not when I’m completely and utterly in love with you.”

Her cheeks burn as she waves me off. “Aw, Lame Line Larry, I’ve missed you.” I grin and she takes my shirt, pulling me back across the table to her. “I love you more.”

I wink before kissing her lips. “That’s right.”

Shaking her head, she leans back, continuing to eat her ice cream as I devour mine. It’s so damn good, and I never want to stop eating. But that’s cut short when she clears her throat, causing me to look up. “So while I was in the bathroom, I was thinking about something. But I’m unsure how you’ll feel about it.”

“Well, I can’t tell you how I feel about it if you don’t tell me what it is.”

“This is true,” she says as her lips curve. “It’s about your dad.”

I make a face. I haven’t talked to him since my game. We’ve texted, but it’s mostly been about money or about me going to dinner. He hasn’t brought up the game and neither have I. Also, he hasn’t asked to come to another game. Which is awesome.

“What about him?”

She shrugs. “Should I call him and thank him?”

I shrug back. “That’s up to you.”

“Have you talked to him?”

I shake my head. “Nope, not since the game. I mean, we text but nothing serious.”

“So he hasn’t brought up the game?”