Hooked by Love (Bellevue Bullies 3)

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.”