Chapter 46
forty-six
Fuck, my woman is hot when she’s riled up.
I should be fuming at the picture on my phone, a clear sign that Daisy’s ex ambushed her once again at a dinner that was meant for her to say goodbye to her father once and for all.
But I can’t control the twitch in my pants when I see her petty smile while she flips the bird to that weasel.
I’m still staring at the picture, standing near Daisy’s office waiting for her, when our friends approach me cautiously.
“Okay, so maybe he hasn’t seen it yet?” Nick whispers.
“He has a small smile. Maybe the body is already in his trunk?” Mateo adds.
“I can hear you guys,” I say as I continue to zoom in on Daisy’s smile.
“He seems fine, guys. We’ve all got a job to do, and I need you on the field in thirty, Martinez. You too, Coach,” Luisa says as Isabella giggles beside her.
Daisy interrupts whatever I was about to say as she bulldozes straight into my arms. She backs away before I’m able to wrap myself around her and ask her if she’s okay.
“I know you all saw the photos. Can you believe that I was engaged to that guy? Like seriously.” She fake gags and we all widen our eyes. “Could none of you have staged an intervention or something? I probably would have provided the snacks myself.”
“Well,” Nick hedges. “Some may say we did try to warn you.”
She raises her hand to stop him. “No one likes an ‘I told you so’, bro. So save it.”
“Whoa,” Luisa and Isa say in unison as Mateo stares in astonishment.
“Daisy girl, you good?” I ask in a teasing tone.
Her eyes glare subtly. “Oh yeah, fine and dandy. Anyone else want to ask any more dumb questions, or just my insanely hot boyfriend over here?”
“Uh, Daisy. Maybe we should go up to the suites and cool down for a bit,” Isabella suggests.
But I have other thoughts in mind. Filthy ones, in fact.
“Actually, Daze. Come to think of it, I probably should mention that I forgot to bring the cookies you baked for the players last night. You know, the ones you reminded me repeatedly not to leave behind before I left? Yeah, those.”
She turns slowly in my direction. And if I weren’t so turned on by her attitude, I would be terrified by the look she gives me before she stands face-to-chest with me.
“Are you kidding me? Luke! I told you no less than a hundred times that those were my ‘good luck’ cookies for the team. You know how Vega needs his sugar fix before a game to really get him going. Ugh!”
“Okay, Daisy, maybe we should—” I interrupt Luisa because I am far from done with my girl.
“Well, in all honesty, I probably ate most of them before leaving the house. That seems about right. But it’s no big deal. It’s not like baseball players are superstitious about these kinds of things during big games or whatever.”
I swear her head almost spins as she lays into me.
I nod seriously, taking the verbal ass beating as our friends stare on in horror.
When Daisy looks down to pull her phone out of her purse—to see if she can get freshly baked cookies delivered to the team in time—I meet their worried gazes and wink while keeping my serious expression.
They all muffle their laughter as they slowly walk away.
Because now they’re well aware, as I stand before my gorgeous five-foot-five Dominican girlfriend, getting read to absolute filth, that I’m exactly where I want to be.