Page 100 of Offensive Plays
“You better. I’ll have my phone in my hand and ready to answer as soon as you call.”
“Love you, Kes.”
“Love you, Lib.”
I hang up with my best girl. I’m so grateful for her. For her parents. For the Heatwave wives and girlfriends that have taken me in as one of their own. Even if they did tease me for never wanting to be in their club.
They gifted me my own playoff jacket. It has both Fergie’s and Zane’s numbers on either shoulder. Because even if I’m with one of his teammate’s my brother will always have my support.
The boys won their conference series with last night’s game. Which means for the first time ever, they’re just a few wins away from raising up the prized Stanley cup for Houston.
Zane’s been bugging me about what jersey I need to wear for the Stanley cup finals. He doesn’t want me to mess with the good luck streak.
Michael says that they’ll win if they need to win. But that after this weekend, I better not wear another man’s jersey.
We’ll just have to see.
I see him step out from the side of the church gardens. I haven’t had the chance to see him all day until now.
His suit fits his sculpted body like a glove. And he has his hair slicked back in a loose and sexy style. He has one hand in his pocket, while the other hand runs through his hair. A smile crosses his face when he sees me step out of my corvette.
“Hey, butterfly,” he says, pulling me to him to give me a kiss as soon as I’m within reach.
“I’m beyond nervous, Michael.” I show him my hands and I’m shaking.
“I’ve got you, baby.” He kisses the top of my head and I inhale that masculine smell of his. It’s warm and tickles my senses.
“Okay,” I breathe out.
“Come on,” he says, taking my hand.
He leads me down a small path that ends at a tiny cottage.
“What’s in there?”
“The bride,” he says.
“Oh, I can’t…”
“Lillian is the easy one. She’ll be happy to see you. I can almost guarantee it.”
“How are you so sure?”
He shrugs, “She’s one of the good ones. Too good for Jonah if you ask me. Ready?”
I nod. Trusting him.
He knocks on the door and an excited voice says, “Come in.”
Michael pushes the door open and there’s Lillian in her gown. She’s getting her veil arranged around the tail of her gown and she looks stunning.
“Oh my…” she stops herself. “Libby?” She all but squeals, rushing over to me.
“Michael, you sneak,” she slaps him on the shoulder. “I had no idea you were bringing Libby as your plus one.”
She takes me in for a hug. “Hi, Lillian.”
“I’m so glad you were able to make it after all. It means a lot to me, Libby.”