then? That way you don’t have to go out of the way or anything—”
“I don’t mind—”
“No, no, I insist. Really, I’m already inconveniencing you enough— ” His tone was exaggerated, and before she could stop herself, she swatted playfully at his shoulder. His eyes found hers and she felt her breath catch in her throat for just the briefest of moments.
She understood exactly why so many women seemed to melt in the palm of his hand.
His charm was undeniable.
“I’m just glad you’re going with me, Annabelle.”
“We’ll see if you’re still saying that Sunday night.”
~*~
Once Anna finally made it through the hell of traffic and parked her car—luckily, Drew had given her his VIP parking pass—she had to check her phone for directions. He had sent her a message before she’d left telling her where to find him, but she still felt nervous going into unfamiliar territory.
The show was over, but he and his partner were still sitting at the table, a line of people in front of them as they waited for pictures and autographs. She held back for several minutes once she located him so that she could observe Drew in his element—and it was impossible to miss the way some of the women threw themselves at him. More than once, she saw him take a piece of paper she could only assume had a phone number written on it.
Finally, Drew noticed her—and his smile widened as he waved. She watched as he leaned over and said something to Dave, his partner, before backing away from the table. As he made his way toward her, he stopped for a picture, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly as he grinned at her.
“You made it!” She shrugged her shoulders as she smiled back at him.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt—”
“Nah, I was ready to go anyway. Dave can handle the rest.”
“Are you sure? There are a few more ladies over there just dying to meet you.” Drew laughed then—a real laugh.
“Is that jealousy I hear?”
“More like pity.”
“For them, or for me?” She tilted her head as she looked up at him, pursing her lips.
“I haven’t quite decided yet.”
“Well, let’s make it easier then.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out more than the few scraps of paper she’d seen him receive. He’d been busy.
And then he opened his hand, letting the wind carry them all away.
“You’re going to regret that later on. Some of those girls—”
“Boring.” He waved his hand in the air. “They’re no more interested in me than I am in them, either.”
Anna was surprised. She’d always been under the impression that Drew had very few standards.
So what did that mean for her, then? She remembered with a burning shame how she’d thrown herself at him—and he’d turned her down, hadn’t he? She imagined herself as one of those pieces of paper he’d let go, fluttering away in the wind.
“Hey, where’d you go?”
“Oh, sorry—I was stunned to silence by the fact that you would throw away the opportunity for so many meaningless encounters with cute girls in football jerseys.” Anna told him, referring to a comment he’d made during the show he’d been doing while she made the trek to Cincinnati. Drew nudged her with his shoulder as they walked on, his hands in his pockets.
“I’m not that bad, Annabelle.”
“I’m starting to see that.” She told him, looking up so that she could meet his eyes briefly. “Now, is it going to be this cold the entire game?” Anna clapped her gloved hands together and rubbed them ferociously.
“That’s what the beer is for.” It was her turn to roll her eyes and Drew laughed again, reaching out and lacing his arm around her back so that he could guide her through the crowd. It took quite awhile to make their way to their seats—which, from what Anna could tell, were pretty good. They were close to the field, and almost directly in
“I don’t mind—”
“No, no, I insist. Really, I’m already inconveniencing you enough— ” His tone was exaggerated, and before she could stop herself, she swatted playfully at his shoulder. His eyes found hers and she felt her breath catch in her throat for just the briefest of moments.
She understood exactly why so many women seemed to melt in the palm of his hand.
His charm was undeniable.
“I’m just glad you’re going with me, Annabelle.”
“We’ll see if you’re still saying that Sunday night.”
~*~
Once Anna finally made it through the hell of traffic and parked her car—luckily, Drew had given her his VIP parking pass—she had to check her phone for directions. He had sent her a message before she’d left telling her where to find him, but she still felt nervous going into unfamiliar territory.
The show was over, but he and his partner were still sitting at the table, a line of people in front of them as they waited for pictures and autographs. She held back for several minutes once she located him so that she could observe Drew in his element—and it was impossible to miss the way some of the women threw themselves at him. More than once, she saw him take a piece of paper she could only assume had a phone number written on it.
Finally, Drew noticed her—and his smile widened as he waved. She watched as he leaned over and said something to Dave, his partner, before backing away from the table. As he made his way toward her, he stopped for a picture, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly as he grinned at her.
“You made it!” She shrugged her shoulders as she smiled back at him.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt—”
“Nah, I was ready to go anyway. Dave can handle the rest.”
“Are you sure? There are a few more ladies over there just dying to meet you.” Drew laughed then—a real laugh.
“Is that jealousy I hear?”
“More like pity.”
“For them, or for me?” She tilted her head as she looked up at him, pursing her lips.
“I haven’t quite decided yet.”
“Well, let’s make it easier then.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out more than the few scraps of paper she’d seen him receive. He’d been busy.
And then he opened his hand, letting the wind carry them all away.
“You’re going to regret that later on. Some of those girls—”
“Boring.” He waved his hand in the air. “They’re no more interested in me than I am in them, either.”
Anna was surprised. She’d always been under the impression that Drew had very few standards.
So what did that mean for her, then? She remembered with a burning shame how she’d thrown herself at him—and he’d turned her down, hadn’t he? She imagined herself as one of those pieces of paper he’d let go, fluttering away in the wind.
“Hey, where’d you go?”
“Oh, sorry—I was stunned to silence by the fact that you would throw away the opportunity for so many meaningless encounters with cute girls in football jerseys.” Anna told him, referring to a comment he’d made during the show he’d been doing while she made the trek to Cincinnati. Drew nudged her with his shoulder as they walked on, his hands in his pockets.
“I’m not that bad, Annabelle.”
“I’m starting to see that.” She told him, looking up so that she could meet his eyes briefly. “Now, is it going to be this cold the entire game?” Anna clapped her gloved hands together and rubbed them ferociously.
“That’s what the beer is for.” It was her turn to roll her eyes and Drew laughed again, reaching out and lacing his arm around her back so that he could guide her through the crowd. It took quite awhile to make their way to their seats—which, from what Anna could tell, were pretty good. They were close to the field, and almost directly in
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