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“It was mind-blowing.”
“How did you leave things?”
“I asked him if he’d want to be in a relationship with me and he said yes. And then he asked me to be his girlfriend.”
“Get the fuck out.”
“I’m serious.”
“What did you say?”
“I told him yes.”
She jumps to her feet and races over, diving on top of me. She holds on to me like a koala. “Congratulations. I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks. Now, get off of me, please.”
She laughs and falls to the cushion beside me. “I can’t believe you agreed. I thought for sure you’d fight him off for much longer.”
“You know, I wanted to, but he’s so easy to talk to. He makes me laugh, and I’m comfortable around him. I’m sure I’ll freak out later about it. Especially when I have to go to work. There wasn’t anything in my contract that said I wasn’t allowed to date a player, but I want to make sure we’re professional whenever we’re at the stadium.”
“Definitely. It’s best to keep your relationship separate from your work.”
Rising, I stretch my arms over my head. “I need to get some work done.”
“I might take a nap. I was up late finishing a project and then didn’t sleep well.”
“Aww, did you miss me?”
“I did, but I’m happy you were with Rogan. I’m still shocked about the relationship thing.”
“Why? Because he’s a football player?”
“No.” She scowls. “I’m not surprised because of that. I saw how he was with you the other day at his house. He looked smitten, and even his friend Cooper told me Rogan has it bad for you.You’rethe reason I can’t believe it. I figured if he tried to lock you down you’d fight him tooth and nail.”
“Right? Who am I? I don’t even know myself right now.”
She grins. “I love seeing you embracing life and running with it.”
“Or embracing Rogan,” I joke. “But I couldn’t take the chance of missing out on such a great guy.”
“Especially after he made you come.” She winks.
“Exactly.”
We parknear the VA Beach Boardwalk and get out of Rogan’s Jeep. The sun is setting and the sky is a breathtaking mix of orange, yellow, and pink as I stare out over the horizon. The beach is less crowded than I anticipated, and the evening air is warm but not stifling. Late August is always my favorite time of the year, even though it’s bittersweet with the end of summer’s approach.
Rogan clasps hold of my hand and drags in a deep breath through his nostrils. “Something smells good.”
“Hmm, it does. What food is it? French fries?”
He sniffs the air. “I smell popcorn.”
“Ooh, yeah. Me too.” I focus on my next few breaths. “I think I smell funnel cake.”
“Yes. It smells like a carnival.” Rogan grins at me. “Shall we walk?”
“I’m ready.” We walk down to the boardwalk that runs parallel to the beach. “Why is this called a boardwalk if it’s made of concrete and not wood?”
