I Bet You(69)

My lips tighten. “He bragged about having sex with me.”

“He’s a man. He reacted like a Neanderthal. Plus, dude, he’s never been in a relationship. He doesn’t know how to act. You’ve got to train him up right.” She gives her little whip a crack.

I nod. “So what was he saying?”

She gives me a little smile. “Pen, that’s something you’ll have to ask him yourself.”

A couple of hours later, the game is over. We beat Georgia 7 to 35 and the fans are intense and excited. Without a loss yet, it looks like we might have a championship year.

I’ve left the field and am in the parking lot almost to my new Volkswagen—yes, I’m driving it—when I get a ping on my phone. I dive into my purse.

Part of me wants it to be Ryker.

I think about those words in my dad’s office: Live love, breathe love, give love.

My phone pings again before I can find it, and I let out a groan of frustration. It’s at the bottom of my purse. I let out an aggravated yell then finally snag it and yank it out.

It’s him. My hands shake.





Hey.


The parking section I’m in is mostly deserted with no one around, so I drop my purse to the ground and hold my phone like it’s a grenade.

What do I do? What do I say?

Hey, I send back. Great game.

Thanks. You busy?

Only about to host the party of the year. No, I type.

Really? Don’t you have the party?

We’re texting like nothing is wrong, but I feel the undercurrent, the reality that we are different now. Vulnerable.





Yeah.


I’m not coming. I just wanted you to know I got the message from Blaze.





Okay.


He sends another text. There’s something I’ve been wanting to say and I just haven’t found the right way— The screen goes blank and I realize my phone has died.

“No!” I shout up at nothing in particular and let out a growl of frustration. I stomp my foot.

“Penelope.” The voice is deep and husky.

I whip around and there he is.

His hair is damp from the shower, curling at the ends. He’s wearing a button-up shirt and low-slung jeans. My gaze eats him up, missing him.

“What…were you there the whole time?”

He nods. “Coach let me skip out early and miss the celebratory talk. I showered fast and waited for you to leave and followed you.” Uncertainty crosses his features. “I was nervous to say anything in person, and I thought maybe if I texted you…”

I nod, getting it. We tend to say more in texts.

I think back to the game where I watched him the entire time, unable to shift my gaze away. And here’s what I realized. The Ryker of my heart would never participate in a bet that involved me. And I didn’t need Margo to tell me that. Or Charisma to explain about how sometimes we say things we don’t mean.

I know him.

I think maybe I’ve known him for a long time, or my soul has. Since the moment I researched and wrote the article about him, he carved out a place in my brain, and now he owns my heart.

He comes in closer, a hesitant look on his face. “Did you see what I wrote?”

I hold my phone up. “Well, my phone died…so no.”

He’s reached me now and we’re close, just a few inches between us. He smells like sandalwood and spices, and I want to lay my hand on his chest and feel his heart beat.

I do it. My hand trembles as I press it against his body. I gaze up at him and emotion swirls in his eyes. “Your heart is racing.”

“I love you,” he says quietly. He closes his eyes then opens them. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me—even better than football. If I had to pick between the two, it would be you every single time.”

My legs feel like jelly.

“The truth is, I wanted you that day at Sugar’s and it had zilch to do with a bet. I wanted you in my bed and it had shit to do with a bet. You are all I want, and if you’ll just forgive me for my big mouth…” He pauses and rakes a hand through his hair. “I can’t go on knowing you hate me, Red.”

“I could never hate you.” Tears prick at my eyes.

“Yeah?”

I nod, need for him rising, the need to fix this growing gulf between us.

So many things are a mystery. The origin of the universe, if vampires are real—okay, probably not—but one thing is certain. I love him.

It’s a connection I’ve felt since the beginning.

“I love you too, Ryker. So much. I’ve never felt this way…” My voice cracks.

His eyes gleam as he trails a hand through my hair. “Penelope, I don’t deserve you, but fuck if life isn’t better with you. I’m more of who I should be with you, and I promise you, I will never let you down like that again.” He cups my face, his gaze intense. “You…are…everything.”

I chew on my lip. “Is that what you were saying on the field? That you love me?”

He nods. “I was close to getting on the jumbotron and announcing it. Hell, the team already knows.”

I arch my brows. “They do?”

He takes my hand and leads me over to his truck, which I parked right next to. On purpose? Maybe.