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“That one’s a keeper.” Wren chuckled, knowing that sleep was quickly pulling her under. “Sweet dreams, Rebecca.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-EIGHT

BECKY

Becky really hadn’t known what to expect when it came to long-distance dating Wren—especially after everything that had happened before—but she certainly hadn’t expected for it to feel so easy. She absolutely missed Wren. She missed sleeping wrapped up in each others’ arms and the quiet comfort that came from sharing a space with her, but Wren was a surprisingly good communicator.

Every single morning they’d been apart, Becky had woken up to a text from her. It was always something sweet and flirty, and even more impressive—unique. Becky never woke up to the same message twice. The first one had been sent just after midnight.

Wren Eames (12:13 AM): You wake up too early and you’re three hours ahead of me. So, I’m just going to send this now: Good morning, Rebecca, I hope your day is amazing.

Becky had responded right after she had woken up.

Becky Rothschild (5:03 AM): Good morning, Wrengalina. I liked waking up to this. Not quite as much as I like waking up to your grumpy ass.

Becky Rothschild (5:04 AM): I hope you have an amazing day, too.

And every morning after had been started the same way. A cute message from Wren and a massive smile on her face. Today had been no exception.

Wren Eames (12:32 AM): I miss you. Like emo high school kid miss you. I’m really glad I get to see you in three days even if it is to play against you. It’s probably too sappy to say, but I can send you the schematics of BMO Stadium if it meant you could figure out a way for us to kiss without getting caught.

And that had sparked an idea in Becky’s mind that she just couldn’t let go.

Should she have texted Wren to make sure it was okay she came early? Probably. But this was a good idea. She knew it was. They had texted each other how much they missed each other every day for three brutally long weeks. And while they had absolutely perfected the art of phone sex, that only carried so far. Becky wanted a kiss and a good night’s sleep. And annoyingly enough, it seemed she needed Wren’s body heat to achieve the latter, and she definitely needed Wren’s lips for the former.

Suitcase in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other, Becky climbed the steps to Wren’s second floor apartment. She and Wren had started mailing each other postcards from all their away matches, so she’d had her address for a few weeks. When she made it to the top of the stairs, she took a deep breath. This was a good idea. Wren was going to love it. She knocked on Wren’s door and waited.

Wren pulled the door open just wide enough to get a look at who would be knocking on her door this late at night. She frowned before her eyes widened in shock. “Rebecca?” She asked, quickly shutting the door so she could undo the chain security lock.

“Hey,” Rebecca said when Wren got the door opened all the way.

Wren beamed at her, letting out the cutest laugh. “What are you doing here? I didn’t think your team would get here until Wednesday?”

Becky shrugged, smiling so widely her face hurt. “I know, but we just kept saying how much we missed each other and I just thought”—

—“I knew it!” A voice called out from inside Wren’s apartment.

Wren flinched.

Becky’s heart stopped. She’d never considered that Wren might not be alone.

“Barbara is here,” Wren said, blushing. She let out a laugh and shook her head. “Well, come on in. I guess our secret is out now.”

Wren’s stepsister was adorable and bouncing, genuinely bouncing with excitement. “I knew it,” she said again. “She tried to play it so cool,” Barbara said, cackling. “You should have seen her.” She did her best Wren impression, “Ugh, don’t believe everything you read in trashy magazines, kid.”

“I don’t sound like that,” Wren said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Take the flowers from your girlfriend, Bird. I’ll give you two a minute to greet each other properly, but it’s going to be one minute exactly. So, don’t get naked,” Barbara teased. Becky watched as the young woman spun on her heels and walked into a room and shut the door.

“Hi,” Wren said, turning all of her attention to Becky. “You got me flowers.” Her voice softened.

“I did,” Becky said, blushing. “I’m so sorry, Wren. I didn’t think about the possibility that you might have someone here.”

“It’s okay,” Wren said, taking the flowers from Becky and setting them down on her coffee table. “I’m beyond stoked that you’re here.” She pulled Becky into a massive hug, and Becky let herself melt into it.

“I missed you,” Becky whispered. She pressed an easy kiss to Wren’s lips. She knew they couldn’t get carried away, but, holy shit, did it feel good to kiss Wren. When they broke apart, Becky pulled Wren into another massive hug. “Three weeks is too long.”