“Really?” Excitement flickered in his eyes. “You did?”
“Yeah. I did. I’m sad the season’s over. I want to come to another game.”
“Don’t worry, it’s not a long break. Practices will start soon.”
He left the obvious flaw out of that statement because we wouldn’t be together for next season. But I pushed that thought aside and didn’t let myself dwell on the fact I’d be losing him.
Scarlett nudged me. “Well, you two lovebirds... isn’t there some kind of last game of the season party or something we shouldn’t be missing?”
“Yes, in fact, there is,” Taylor said, holding out his hand. “Be my date?”
“I’m not really dressed for a party.”
“Trust me, my darling, you look absolutely perfect.”
Scarlett sighed. She actually sighed. “I love it when you call her that.”
“Oh, I’ve got lots of names for her. But my date is my favorite. Come on, hen.”
I instinctively bristled against the stupid hormonal urge to melt into a puddle. “I didn’t say I’d go. What if I don’t want to be with you tonight?”
“You want me. You know you do.”
“I don’t want you.”
“Liar.”
I scoffed. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Admit it, you like me just a wee bit.”
Scarlett snickered. “Yeah, come on, lass. Don’t you like him a wee bit?”
“Scarlett, you traitor.”
She shrugged. “I’m not trying to help you.”
“I like her.” Taylor chuckled.
“Oh, you’re trouble,” I grumbled.
Taylor smirked and threw his arm around my shoulder, tucking me into his side.
“You knew I was trouble the first time you saw me.”
“That’s true. I should have left you at the ferry terminal.”
“Now let’s go, Tinkerbell. I have a party to go to, and it is a requirement that I have my wife by my side.”
“Oh, is it?”
“Yes. There might be photographers.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want to let the photographers down, now would we?”
“Definitely not.”
“Especially if it means they’ll be given the chance to take my photo in your number?”