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“Oh, shut up! It was one time and I was really hungry. You made me run and run and run with you. It was like fifteen miles.” I roll my eyes and Cord places me in my chair at the table and begins going through the bags on the counter.
“It was one and a half, babe.” Cord smirks.
“Well, it felt like it took five hours.”
“Because you didn’t want to sweat. I swear I could walk faster than you were running.”
“Hey! You’re my boyfriend. You’re not supposed to be mean.” I stick out my bottom lip in a pout, knowing what it will force him to do.
“I am not, and you know it.” Cord drops what he’s doing and rounds the counter until he’s standing right in front of me. He drops down to his knee and takes my face gently in his hands. He presses the softest and briefest kiss to my lips before he returns to what he was doing. “A little of everything?” He arches a brow.
“Always.”
“Micheal?”
“Whatever she’s having sounds good to me.” He smiles at us, clearly enjoying just being with us.
“Babe? Do you want some wine?”
My eyes widen and my gaze snaps to Dad. Cord can't be serious.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say slowly.
“Macy… it’s ok. I’ve been sober for a very long time. In fact, I haven’t touched a drop of alcohol since I was put in prison. I can be around it without having any sort of craving.”
“No, it’s ok. I don’t need wine.”
“Cord? Would she normally drink wine with her dinner?” Dad asks without taking his eyes off of me.
“Yeah, she loves having a glass with dinner.”
“Then give her a glass.”
I open my mouth to protest, but both of them give me looks, silently telling me to let it go. I frown at them, not liking how they’re teaming up against me.
Cord places a glass in front of me and pours my favorite wine into it. I glance up at him and he winks at me, making any annoyance I had towards him disappear. He looks too adorable when he winks.
“So, Macy, what do you do for a living?” Dad eyes me carefully. He almost seems more nervous than I am.
“Well, I'm in public relations. I just recently started working for the Philadelphia Pit Bulls.”
“Do you like it there?”
“She better love it there,” Cord grumbles under his breath, making us all laugh.
“It’s amazing. I love Owen and getting to work with him. Plus, seeing this guy multiple times a day isn't a hardship.” I lean into Cord and he presses a soft kiss to the top of my head.
“Owen’s your dad, right, Cord?”
“Yes. He owns the team, but likes to work closely in the day-to-day operations now that he’s basically retired from Scott Powell and Coleman.”
“Wait…he’s that Powell?” Dad blinks at us a few times.
“Yeah.” Cord chuckles. I’m sure this isn't the first time he’s been asked that.
“Wow. I don’t even know what to say.”
“Well, if you ever meet him, you’ll feel the same way. Anything that comes out of his mouth always makes people speechless, except Macy. She handles him like a pro and gives it right back.”
