Page 6 of Her Football Star Ex

“Yeah, sorry I was…” She glanced back to where her phone was sitting on the couch and flipped it over, screen down. Then she got to her feet and faced me. “I was just listening to some music to unwind.”

But the guilty look in her green eyes had me wondering if there was something more.

Why did she look guilty? Did it have something to do with the selfies she was taking?

Had she been sending photos of herself to someone?

Her hair and makeup looked fresh, almost like she’d touched it up since getting home from work. Emerson always took good care of herself. But after being married to the woman for almost four years, I had learned to pick up on the signs of when she was dressed up for something special.

And that navy-blue dress she wore was fitted to her slender frame in a way that I knew it wasn’t what she wore to court today.

A surge of unwanted jealousy pulsed through my veins.

Who was she all dressed up for?

I darted my gaze around to make sure I wasn’t about to meet a new boyfriend of hers. I didn’t find anyone, so I forced myself to take a deep breath through my nose and released it slowly.

Forcing a calm expression onto my face, I said, “Jaxon wanted to show me his new dinosaurs in his room. Is it okay if I head upstairs to check them out?”

“Oh, sure.” She smoothed her hands down the sides of her dress, drawing my eyes to her feminine curves. “I’m guessing he already ran upstairs?”

“He seemed really excited.”

“Go ahead and go on up then.” She waved her hand toward the stairs. “I just have to wash my dinner dishes and I’ll be up to put him to bed.”

I looked at the dishes on the coffee table that I hadn’t noticed before.

Did it make me a bad person for feeling relieved that she’d eaten alone instead of having just gotten back from a dinner date?

“Is something wrong?” she asked, when she noticed me staring at her empty wineglass and plate.

“No…” I shrugged, hoping to come off disinterested. “I was just looking at your dishes.”

Her eyebrows knitted together. “You were looking at my dishes?”

“Yeah…” And to avoid going into just what exactly interested me about them, I cleared my throat and said, “Is that a new dress? I don’t think I’ve seen it before.”

“It’s the bridesmaid dress I’ll be wearing to Kira and Derek’s wedding.” She looked down at her outfit briefly. “I was just trying it on again to make sure it still fits after the holidays.”

“A bridesmaid dress?” I asked, confused. “I thought it was traditional for brides to pick out ugly bridesmaid dresses for their friends?”

Because if that was the case, Kira had failed in that department. Emerson just might outshine the bride on her wedding day if she showed up looking like she did.

Not that I would dare tell her.

“So it looks okay?” She did a little turn to the side, the low backline revealing a good portion of her tanned skin.

“Yeah.” I swallowed.

Looking okay would be an understatement.

She’s not your wife anymore,I reminded myself.

I made myself look at the oversized clock on the wall behind her instead of raking her in even more.

Emerson had always been a beautiful woman. She had the looks of a supermodel but the heart of a small-town girl. It was something that had attracted me to her in the first place.

But even though she was easily the prettiest girl in every room she stepped into, she never seemed to know it.