in his head, wondering how football could be such a big deal to her.
“You’re right. I know it’s silly.” She stalled for a second before saying, “I love sports, Jace. Any time I get the chance, I watch the games.”
He nodded his head, wondering if it would be strange if he reached out and touched her. Maybe let her hair wrap around his fingers like he had before the wedding. The need to do just that burned through him. The soft scent of warm vanilla tickled his nose and he realized it was her. It fit Betsy.
“Well, that’s good, because I do, too.” He tilted his head toward the door. “Come on. Let’s go in the living room and finish the game together.”
She looked at him and smiled before standing. Jace let her lead the way downstairs and they parked on the couch to watch the game. Together.
….
The next few days went by well. Betsy somehow managed to put out of her mind the horrifying incident with her jumping on the bed. They talked it out, laughed about it, and then had a good time. She wouldn’t let herself dwell or be embarrassed.
Their lives became a different kind of routine than they had before. Just like always they worked together every day. He brought her coffee and she gave him doughnuts and helped him find missing paperwork. She had to admit, every time the phone rang, she worried it would be a woman for him, but true to his promise, she hadn’t heard a peep from anyone.
Now their routine included eating dinner together every night while they sat on the couch and watched basketball. It was so strange watching sports with another person. It had always been something she did alone, but somehow cheering on her favorite teams alongside Jace now made her feel a part of something even bigger.
Betsy felt a smile tug at her lips. The second she realized it was there she tried to wipe it away. She reminded herself that what she and Jace had was better than romance—a friendship that had grown even more now that they shared things like arguing over a bad call by a ref.
Still, he was just so…manly? And sexy and sophisticated with his crisp blond hair and electric eyes. How tall he stood and how proud he always looked. She wanted to throw herself into his arms at least once a day.
Ugh. Wasn’t she trying to make herself stop smiling?
Betsy stood up, ready to head to work. They still drove in separately because Jace had court or trial to go to more often than not. And she liked to have her car in case she needed to see her mom. He’d asked her a couple times if she was sure she didn’t want to ride with him, but she always said yes, she was sure.
As she opened her bedroom door, quickly turning the corner to the hallway, she collided into a warm, fleshy wall. A naked one.
“Oh!” Betsy had her hands on Jace’s bare chest. It felt like velvet over steel—his skin soft but with hard muscles flexing underneath. She felt her face catch fire but she couldn’t make herself back away. Betsy’s eyes drifted down. Jace wore a white towel wrapped around his lean hips and nothing else. When she looked up again, she saw shaving cream coated his jaw. He was always clean shaven. She liked that about him.
She noticed a small mole by his collarbone. The light dusting of fine, blond hair on his chest. And…wow…hello! That was a nice six-pack.
“Oh,” she said again. Little creases of concentration formed around his eyes as they studied her. It was enough to snap her out of her Jace-trance and jerk away. “I’m…I’m so sorry.”
It wasn’t the fact that he was in a towel and nothing else. Or that he still had little droplets of water on his shoulders that glistened. Shy or not, uncomfortable or not, and, yes, slightly embarrassed or not, she could handle accidentally running into him when he wasn’t completely dressed.
What really got her was the fact that she hadn’t wanted to let him go. While not completely surprising, that definitely wasn’t part of their agreement.
“I’m
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