The Wide Receiver's Baby by Jessica Evans Page B

complete tomboy, the opposite of Alexa. but she reminded me a bit of my little sister, Olivia. Even Olivia had said that Trinity was nice, “a bit too nice” were her words, which meant that Olivia didn’t necessarily like her.
“None of the cheers invited you to theirs? I’m surprised.”
Well I wasn’t exactly, but I had to say something comforting. There was something threatening about Trinity, all the girls in the team had said it. She was too pretty and got on with everyone. No one likes a Miss Perfect, especially in Yale.
“No. But you already knew that.”
This time the ball was directed at my head and not the basket.
“Okay, so did you want to come with me?”
Shit, me and my big mouth. Why the fuck did I say that?
“I could?” she raised an eyebrow as if she was surprised at the offer. I avoided her gaze as I shot the ball, and said, “Sure.”
I tried to sound as casual as possible.
“Well, that’s a nice offer, Mr. Collins, but I don’t think Alexa would appreciate it.”
I didn’t like where this conversation was going. So, I picked up the ball and threw it again. I could feel her eyes on me and It felt as if they were boring through me.
“Why do you say that?”
She intercepted the ball as I threw it to the basket. She took it in her hand and whispered, “Think about it Mr. Collins, and in the New Year, you can tell me why.”
I shook my head and reached out my hand to take the ball from her. Our hands brushed as she said, “Because then you would have made up your mind about what you really want.” She kissed me on the cheek and left my room saying, “Happy Christmas and have a great New Year’s.”
I knew then what I should have done a long time ago. I’d told myself I would do stop hanging out with Trinity; this whole thing between us was bad news. A temptation awaiting to happen, because I missed Alexa like crazy. I loved only one woman, and it wasn’t the one that had just left my room.
 

 
    Chapter Twenty Seven
    Logan
 
    “What do you mean there are no more fucking flights?” I asked the attendee, though  it was clear that it wasn’t her fault. No, it was mine. I’d changed my dates. I’d been  due to fly out yesterday but silly me thought that I would fly out today. The damn DKE wanted to have one more party and I’d had to join them. Now, I was suffering from a bad hangover. I’d just missed my flight and, to make matters worse, there were no more flights.
Shit, shitty, shit, shit… I kept repeating it over and over again.
Alexa had called to ask why I hadn’t come yesterday and part of me blamed her for changing my damn mind.
I hadn’t slept with Trinity. The most I had done was kiss her on the cheek. So, why did I feel so damn guilty all the time? Especially when I tried to think of Alexa, and then, to make matters worse, when I did finally speak to Alexa, all I wanted to do was put the phone down.
“You must be able to get me something,” I begged. I was trying not to sound too aggressive.
The reality that I missed Alexa and that I was turning to Trinity dawned on me as I’d managed to put on a shirt, some pants and get a taxi to the damn airport.
“Well, there could be something…” she was looking at her computer and I thought about Dad and using some of his charm. Then I thought that maybe that wasn’t a good idea.
Dad had charisma, but I wouldn’t say that he was a born flirt. I supposed I got it from Mom. She acted as if she was born doing it, she does it so naturally.
“There’s a flight to Pittsburgh.”
Did she just say Pittsburgh?
When the place I needed to get to was Chicago?
I shook my head. She didn’t even wait for me to open my mouth to tell her that she was talking about the wrong location when she said, “That’s the closest you’re going to get to Chicago on Christmas Eve.”
I knew what day it was, which was why this whole thing was kind of stupid.
Why oh why hadn’t I caught my flight yesterday?
I nodded as there was only one thing