Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Holy shit,” I breathed as I finally caught my breath. “That was epic!”
Jessie turned to me, a smile on his face a mile wide, and winked.
Fucking winked.
And there went my panties.
“You’re incorrigible,” I informed him, patting him lightly on the chest. “And I hate to do it, but I have to pee like a racehorse. All that jumping around nearly did me in.”
I’d been holding it for what felt like forever, and I probably should’ve gone at halftime, but I had stopped myself when I saw all the women heading in that direction. Now I didn’t have any other choice.
So, after offering my lips, which Jessie readily took, I scooted out of his hold and continued down the stairs that led off the bleachers.
I rounded the corner of the bleachers, and I came to a sudden halt.
Why? Because there was Margot.
I tilted my head down and tried to pass her hoping that she wouldn’t see me, and I thought I succeeded.
I even made it into the bathroom and relieved my bladder under the assumption that I’d dodged that bullet.
But when I came out of the stall and saw her leaning against the wall across from it, I gritted my teeth.
She was waiting for me.
“I see that you’re here.”
I didn’t know what to say to that that wouldn’t sound sarcastic, so I kept my mouth shut.
I moved down past her and walked to the end of the row of sinks that was nearest the exit, ignoring the bite of the cold water hitting my cold hands.
“I’m talking to you.”
I looked at Margot, who was only inches away from me, in the mirror.
“I see that,” I murmured softly.
Women were coming and going out of the stalls behind me, and I wanted to hurry so I didn’t miss any more of the game.
Especially after I heard the roar of the crowd a few seconds later, and I cursed the woman who was now standing in the way of my exit.
“Why are you here?” she snapped.
I threw the paper towel away and turned around, my intention to go to the other exit even if it would lead me in the opposite direction of where I needed to go.
I did not want to talk to this woman.
I did not want get in a fight with her when I knew damn good and well that it wouldn’t end well.
But as I exited the bathroom and started stomping my way around the building, she came up behind me and grabbed a hold of my hair, giving me no other choice but to stop.
“Let. Go. Of. Me,” I ordered, turning my head to stare at the woman who had a death grip in my hair.
“I was talking to you, bitch.”
I gritted my teeth, then reached up and took hold of my hair right above her clenched fist.
Then, with a vicious yank, I pulled it away from her.
I didn’t miss the surprise in her eyes as I did, either.
Nor the leftover brown hairs that were still in her clenched fist.
“I realize that you want to have a conversation. But I don’t want to talk to you. I want to watch the last few minutes of the game,” I ground out, starting to turn.
“They’ll lose. Or, at least, if Linc knows what’s good for him, he’ll throw it like he’s supposed to,” Margot snapped. “So I believe you have plenty of time to talk to me. You won’t miss anything good.”
I blinked.
“I…”
“Don’t,” I snapped. “Don’t.”
“I…” She opened her mouth again.
I held up my hand.
“Right now, I’m seconds away from beating the shit out of a pregnant woman,” I said. “So, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll let me leave before I do something stupid that’ll get me put in jail for the night instead of celebrating Linc’s win with my man and his son.”
Margot’s eyes flashed hot with anger.
“You listen here,” she hissed.
I turned and walked away from her, this time moving a hell of a lot faster than Margot did, weaving my way in and out of the crowd quickly so she couldn’t stop me again.
By the time I reached Jessie’s side, there were twenty nine seconds on the clock and the other team had the ball.
Jessie didn’t even look down at me as I made my way up to his side. His eyes were solely focused on the field and the defense as they tried to keep the opposing team from scoring.
And they did, but I barely was able to finish watching the game as worry spiraled through me like a freakin’ out of control tornado.
What had Linc done? Had his mother forced him to do something? Had I misheard her? Surely, I’d misheard her.
Jessie’s arms left me suddenly, and he hooted his excitement as the last few seconds finally melted away from the scoreboard.
Then the crowd around me went wild.