Chapter 41. Stole His Heart

A short while later, as Nicholas’ friend warmed up in front of us, someone handed Nicholas a message. He scowled as he read it.

He hurriedly scribbled something back and handed it to the guy once more before murmuring, “Cocksucker.”

I inquired, “What did it say?”

“He asked for your phone number.” He scowled as he turned to face me, but I could tell he wasn’t really angry because he laughed. “See? I told you. I know that look in his eyes.”

I made fun of him. “I’m certain he was teasing you. What did you write back, though?”

“I advised him to take his eyes off my wife if he wanted to continue playing with intact limbs.”

I laughed and gave his pouty mouth a kiss. Even though I hadn’t attended many sporting events—actually, ever—the rest of the game was a blast, and I was now more than willing to attend more. Half the fun was seeing Nicholas having a wonderful time.

Even better, Nicholas’ friend kicked the football in our direction. When it was