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He laughs. “No. He’s the lead guitarist for MFB.”
“MFB?” I ask. “As in My Favorite Band?”
“I don’t know if they’re your favorite band, but I’m pretty sure they’re Ava’s, and they just agreed to play a set at the rehearsal on Friday.” He tips his chin up at the end, and wait a hot second…
“Are you serious?”
He nods. “Serious as a W2,” he says.
I giggle, and I’m not sure if it’s a nervous giggle that MFB is going to be in the same room as me or if it’s a giggle at his silly turn of phrase that sounds much nicer than when people say serious as a heart attack.
“Holy shit, Spence!” I practically yell, and I rush toward him and link my arms around his neck. “You really did that?”
“I did,” he says, and he grabs me around the waist and twirls me around. “All for the low, low cost of season tickets to a suite so any member of the band can come to a Storm game any time they want during the season. And families, I guess.” He sets me back down, and his eyes meet mine. “Or, you know…my wife.”
My chest wavers with emotion, and I let go of my grip around his neck and back up a step. “You…you want me at your games?”
His lips tip up in a smile. “I’m not sure there’s anything I’d like more than seeing you up in my suite wearing a jersey with number seventeen on it.”
Seventeen.
That’s his number.
Nash-seventeen.
That’s my last name now.
Grace Nash.
And my husband wants me at his games.
In the same suite as MFB.
What is this life? It can’t be real, can it?
I draw in a deep breath as I pinch myself.
We may have some obstacles ahead of us, but for now, yep…it feels pretty damn real.
Chapter 20: Grace Nash
Spencer in a Suit
The Day After the Wedding
I smooth down the silver sequins on the cocktail minidress I bought for tonight’s dinner. Spencer read me the dress code from the itinerary, and this was what I went with. I’m nervous to walk out of the bathroom to see his reaction, though I’m not sure why I’m nervous.
I feel pretty in this dress. I feel sexy and sensual.
But I’m not sure if sexy and sensual is appropriate. It’s a bit lower cut in the boob area than I’m used to, and it’s a bit higher cut up the thigh area than I’m used to.
So it’s a short, tight, lowcut dress when I’m usually more of a cover-it-all-up kind of gal—and I’ll be meeting his family in this dress.
I’ve already met Lincoln, but that was before the wedding when I was screaming like a banshee around a security guard.
I’ve already met Grayson, and he walked out in utter disappointment at both of us when he learned the truth.
I haven’t met Asher yet, and I haven’t met Spencer’s parents, who may or may not be in attendance tonight. I haven’t met Spencer’s sister-in-law, a former sports reporter married to the head coach of the Vegas Aces.
