Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I shrugged. “All I know is she’s made off-handed comments about Leo being an asshole. Maybe they have history and she’s made up her mind about the rest of the squad based on his behavior.”
“Well, if Leo is our rep, then I can’t say I’m surprised,” Giana teased. Then, her eyes darted to where she had one of the cameramen from the team set up near the front of the TV. She had him here to catch the team’s reaction to the news. We were seconds away from announcements now, and he was tapping away on his phone, not paying attention. “Excuse me,” she muttered, and then she weaved through the crowd.
“God, I’m going to be sick,” Riley said when she was gone.
I chuckled, rubbing her shoulder as the noise in the room died down a bit, everyone tuning in to the analysts on screen.
I glanced at Holden, who rocked sightly in the recliner like maybe he was a bit nervous. Maybe he was just so good at hiding it that he even had me fooled.
I kept my eyes on him, and right when Zeke stood up and hushed everyone, cranking up the volume on the television, Holden angled his head.
All the commotion faded to the background when that man looked at me.
There was playfulness in his gaze — a tease, a dare — but there was also something more. Something… weighted. My heart stopped in my chest before galloping back into rhythm, and Holden swallowed, as if he sensed my pulse even from across the room.
Cheers erupted in the house, but they were muted, distant. My eyes stayed locked on Holden as everyone jumped up from their seats around us, hugging and clapping and running around the room in a celebratory frenzy.
They’d made it.
They’d made it to the playoffs.
The corner of my mouth ticked up, and Holden’s mirrored it. It felt like hours that we watched each other across the room, though I knew it was only seconds, because in the next breath, Riley was hugging me, and Holden had been picked up onto two of his teammates’ shoulders.
Sound and sight rushed back to me at once, the level of it deafening as the team carried on. Riley ran from me to Zeke, crashing into him and nearly tackling him to the ground with a kiss that some of the other teammates booed and hissed at in jest. I laughed when Clay tried to one up him by dipping Giana back in a dramatic fashion. She flushed so hard I thought her face would combust into flames, but she didn’t push him away, didn’t even pretend like she didn’t want him all over her.
JB tapped me on the shoulder, and then we briefly hugged, his smile wide. “Looks like we’re off to the races,” he said.
“Looks like it.”
Dad was right behind him, clapping Coach Hoover on the shoulder in a fierce hug. When they released, I held up my palm.
“Nice job, Pops,” I said as he clapped his hand against mine.
“Not bad for my first year as coach, eh?”
“Not bad at all,” I agreed.
He was pulled away by a member of the staff a second later, and I smiled, happier than I realized to see him so happy. After all we’d been through, he deserved it.
When the immediate people around me had gone on to other teammates to celebrate, I stood against the wall, watching Holden as he high-fived and hugged the entire team.
Clay jumped on top of the coffee table — which made a cracking sound that had everyone gasping and then laughing when he made a dramatic show of standing perfectly still as not to break it — then, he launched into a speech.
He held the team’s full attention, and as he spoke, Holden looked at me again. This time, he nodded subtly toward the back door — the one that led to the garden. Slowly, he made his way out, and I waited a bit before doing the same.
My ears were ringing when I stepped into the chilly afternoon air, shoving my hands in the front pocket of my hoodie. I made sure no one inside was watching me before I rounded to the right of the house where the bench was.
Holden sat there waiting for me.
It was bright and sunny, but freezing, and his cheeks were already red as he grinned up at me. A puff of white came from my lips when I sat down beside him and said, “Congratulations, Cap.”
“We did it.”
I chuckled. “You did.”
“No, we,” he corrected, pulling me into his arms. I was instantly warmer — body and soul. “I couldn’t have survived this season without you. I thought I was done when…”
He stopped, and I nodded. “I know.”
Holden shook his head, his eyes flicking between mine as he pulled me closer. “You were the last thing I expected this season.”