Page 31 of Broken Saint
It’s worked to a point. I’ve been satisfied that she’s found a new life, a fiancé, or so I’ve heard.
My fists clench. Just the thought of someone else touching her makes me want to punch something.
I just have to fucking pray that he’s good enough for her.
“You’re coming back to our place, right?” Kane asks as we head for our cars.
I already know Luc is heading that way. It’s how it goes after every home game. Letty and Peyton hang out together until they’re done. I’ve gone with them a few times, but I can’t say I’m a massive fan of being the single guy of the group, so I usually make my excuses and head off in the opposite direction.
I’d rather spend my night alone than watch the loved-up couples shoot sex eyes at each other. And it’s always worse after a solid win.
“Nah, I think I’m just gonna head home.”
Pushing my hand into my pocket, I drag my keys out and unlock my truck.
“Fuck off,” Luc barks. “You’re coming. You want to see her, right?”
I want to respond, but it seems I don’t have an answer.
Do I want to see Ella?
Fuck yeah, I do.
Should I see Ella?
For her sake, no. She’s engaged to be married and probably only here for the night to see the girls. She’s not here for me, and probably has no intention of looking me in the eye.
So why was she wearing your number?
“Huh, would you look at that,” Kane mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. “Our rock-solid, two-hundred and twenty-pound running back is scared of a five-foot-nothing blonde with curves for days.”
“I’m not fucking scared of her, asshole,” I grunt.
I’m fucking terrified.
Terrified she won’t look at me the same way she used to. Terrified that I’ll have to meet her fiancé. That I’ll have to forget how we used to be together and watch her have that connection with someone else. It’s one thing telling myself that I did the right thing, but having it right in front of me? Nah, I don’t think I’m strong enough for that.
“Good. So you’re coming,” Kane says as if it’s been decided before dropping into his car.
“Seems like fate, if you ask me,” Luc says. “Ella shows up the day you start questioning me about having committed relationships while playing football.”
“That has nothing to do with anything. I didn’t know she was going to be here.”
“Exactly. Fate,” he repeats.
“You don’t actually believe in that shit, do you?”
“Dunno. I guess it depends on how all this plays out,” he calls as he drags open his driver’s door.
“You know she’s engaged, right?”
“That’s never stopped you before.”
He slams the door, leaving me standing at the trunk of my vehicle with my head spinning.
I want to see her, of course I do.
But…