Page 210 of Just for the Plot

“What’s a fancy clap?”

She holds up her hands, and with her fingertips, she raps them on the palm of her hand, barely making any noise.

“He won’t be able to hear me cheering for him with that,” I say.

“As if he can hear you cheering against the rest of the crowd. Common sense, my girl.”

“Oh, he can hear. He knows exactly what my screaming sounds like.” I smirk just as Adalade slowly turns toward me.

“Well, that’s an innuendo if I’ve ever heard one.”

“Perhaps, and perhaps you’re not the only one who has had their bones rattled recently.”

She chuckles. “Oh, I know what you’ve been doing. I can see it all over your face. And all I have to say is…keep doing it.”

Bower:Are you sure you don’t want to celebrate with your team?

Bennett:There’s only one person I want to celebrate with.

Bower:OC?

Bennett:LOL. No. You.

Bower:I’m finishing up some work things, kind of knee deep since I went to the game and Adalade and I made a list of things that have to get done. Trying to sort through all of that. So go out with the guys and when you’re done, I can celebrate.

Bennett:You’re serious?

Bower:Yeah. I’m sorry. I know you probably had plans, but I really want to make sure I get this right. Do you mind?

Bennett:I can just sit with you.

Bower:No, you will be bored and distracting. Seriously, go celebrate with Nolan and everyone else and then I’ll catch you when you get home. I’ll come to your place.

Bennett:Okay. Sure.

Bower:Are you mad?

Bennett:No, not mad. I get it, babe. Just want to see you is all.

Bower:I know, tonight, promise. I’ll come to you.

Bennett:If you’re coming, you’re coming naked.

Bower:It’s the only way I like to come. XOXO

Knock. Knock.

Startled, I lift my head up from where I’m lying on the couch, notebook and computer scattered next to me, a pen still in my hand.

What the hell…?

I glance around, trying to gain my bearings, and that’s when I notice the sunlight pouring in through the windows and my front door opening, Bennett stepping through with two to-go cups of coffee in hand and a brown bag.

Fuck.

“Oh my God,” I say, dragging my hand over my face as I sit up. “I fell asleep while working. Bennett, I’m so sorry.”

He takes a seat next to me, sets our breakfast down, and then drags me up on his lap, where he cradles my cheek and presses a soft kiss to my lips.