3
Trey
It had been a while since I’d seen Beau this pissed off.
I knew he wouldn’t be jumping for joy that I’d run off with his fiancée’s friend.
Especially when he’d warned me not to go near her.
But—saying, and doing were completely different things.
Everything about Lexi Hunter called to everything in me.
Never had I experienced such an incredible, all-consuming connection with—anyone.
It really seemed like I had little to no control over my actions when it came to her.
Whether it was asking her to dance—or asking her to marry me.
Christ.
I’d really done it.
I’d asked her to marry me.
And, in the moment—it felt like the most natural goddamn thing in the world to do.
Breathe.
Marry Lexi Hunter.
Breathe.
Fuck Lexi Hunter in every way possible until we were both so tired, that neither of us could see straight.
Sleep.
Breathe.
Repeat.
I knew we were going to be in a huge amount of trouble when we got back.
I hoped the owners, and the coaches hadn’t heard about Lexi and me running off together.
Our teams weren’t like that—I didn’t think anyone would go to them and tattle.
Even if the owners and coaches did find out—I was fairly certain I’d be able to do some quick explaining and get them off our backs.
“We’ll follow you,” I relented, and grabbed Lexi’s hand.
Right away, she tried to pull it out of my grip.
Honest to Pete, this woman was a firecracker.
And I loved that about her.
“I can walk without you holding my hand,” she whispered with such frustration, I had to laugh.