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“Third floor lounge,” she says, then opens the door and slips inside.
“That sounds fun.” Griff’s forced upbeat tone doesn’t work on me.
“It sounds silly.”
“Please try to go and have a good time,” he pleads. “I’ll feel better if I know you’re busy while I’m driving home.”
“I hate that you’re driving home all alone.”
An affectionate smile curves his lips. “We talked about this. One of us was going to end up making the drive alone. I’d rather it’s me.”
“Fine.” I pout and he leans down, drawing me into his arms again.
“You know when you make that face, I just want to kiss you.” He presses his lips to mine and slides his tongue along the seam of my lips. I open for him and he kisses me soft and slow. He tastes like the coffee and chocolate cake we shared after dinner. His hand cups the back of my head as he deepens the kiss. I press closer, gripping his shoulders, never wanting this to end.
“My beautiful girl,” he whispers, staring into my eyes. “I promise you, we’re going to spend the whole summer together. Doing anything and everything you want. Drive-ins, road trips, you name it, I’ll give it to you.”
I just want you to come home with me from Vegas in one piece.
Along with all the interviews of Magic, I’d also watched videos of what his opponents looked like after going five rounds.
In my heart, I know Griff’s the better fighter. He’s going to win.
But it doesn’t mean he won’t get injured in the process.
CHAPTER FIFTY
Molly
Almost a year ago, I was at this very airport trying to escape my life. Escape my broken heart and all my memories of Griff.
Now, I’m sitting in a plush leather seat next to my brother, while we wait for his friends to arrive and board the private jet that will fly across the country to meet Griff in Las Vegas. I’m too anxious to appreciate the luxurious interior of the jet that looks more like the living room of a fancy house than an airplane.
I survived my first year of college. I didn’t get the straight A’s Griff wanted, but I came close. In a few weeks, I’ll find out if I’m awarded the same scholarship money for next year.
“What’re you thinking about?” Remy nudges my arm with his elbow. “Nervous about flying?”
“No.” I turn and study his face, hidden behind dark sunglasses. “I was thinking how different things are from the last time I was here.” I gesture toward the window looking out on the runway. “I didn’t make it this far.”
He slips his arm around my shoulders and squeezes me to his side. “I’m glad you didn’t. We had an okay time, right? You were a good helper.”
My lips curve. “Better than okay. I liked working with you.” I bump my shoulder into him. “Are you nervous about flying?”
“Not really.” He glances over his shoulder and lowers his voice. “More worried about using up all these favors. This fancy jet—it doesn’t belong to the Lost Kings, it belongs to a friend of theirs.”
“Not just ‘a friend.’ Dawson Roads,” I remind him in a hushed voice. “If we meet him, I’m afraid I’ll pass out and make a fool out of myself.”
Remy chuckles. “Don’t do that. The jet’s stopping in Tennessee to pick him up.”
“Seriously?” My eyes bug out. “Does Griff know all these people are coming to his fight?”
“He knows.”
Just what Griff needs. More pressure. I kept my promise to him and didn’t watch any of the pre-fight press coverage. But last night, after I moved all my stuff out of the dorm and was home in my own bed, I gorged myself on everything I could find.
The hype about the Magic v. Stonewall match has been non-stop. Dozens of YouTube videos have been dedicated to dissecting Griff’s strengths and weaknesses. So many commentators have had the audacity to label him the underdog in this fight. Talking about him as if he’s a child entering the big boy world and about to get his ass whipped.
I can’t wait for Griff to prove them wrong.
