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Three months later…
“Where are you taking me?” Cole grumbles, attempting to take off his blindfold.
I swat his hand away. “Stop that or I’ll tie your hands.”
His lips twitch. “Kinky.” His expression turns stern as I tug on his arm and we start walking again. “Okay seriously, where are we going?”
“You’ll find out soon, birthday boy.”
“In that case, it better be a bed. And you better be naked.”
That will happen after.
“Relax, Colton. We’ll be there in ten more seconds.”
“I don’t know why you went through all this trouble. I told you it wasn’t a big—”
“Your birthday will always be a big deal to me.”
I can tell he wants to argue, but we’re already here, so I undo his blindfold.
Those gorgeous green eyes are gleaming as he takes it in. “Duke’s Heart’s football field?”
“Yup. I wanted to take you to the place where all your dreams will come true.” I reach for the present I stashed away. “And give you this.”
His eyebrows furrow. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
I shove the gift bag into his hands. “Open it.”
It took me weeks of extra shifts to afford it, but the look on his face when he pulls out the signed Tom Brady jersey was so worth it.
“Holy shit…this is…fuck.” He grins. “I never pegged you as a Brady fan, Bible Thumper.”
“Oh, I’m not,” I quickly assure him. “But I know you are.” My heart expands in my chest as I look at him. His first game is next week, and I know he’s been stressing like crazy. “I also know you’re going to be better than him.”
He starts to speak, but I’m not finished yet.
I grab his cheeks because what I’m about to say is important and I need him to hear me. “But no matter what happens on this field during the next four years, you will always be my number one. Win or lose, I will always love you, Colton.”
The world can have Lucky Seven…my heart will always and forever belong to Colton Covington.
The stark emotion in his eyes robs me of breath as he reaches for something in his back pocket. “I got you something too.”
Needless to say, I’m mystified. “Why? It’s your birthday, silly. You’re not supposed to give me presents.”
“Fine.” He goes down on one knee. “Then how about a bet?”
My brain scrambles and I clutch my chest. “What kind of bet?”
A cocky smirk curves his lips as he opens a jewelry box containing a stu
A rush of emotion grips my heart, catching me by the throat.
“You’re on,” I whisper.
And then I give him a smile of my own.
Because this is one bet he’s not going to lose.
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