“I apologize,” I say quietly. “He got under my skin.”
“Because he’s hot for your girlfriend.”
How the fuck does he know that?
“Yes. I think so.”
“And is she interested?”
Honestly, I can’t say for sure but I owe it to her to give her the benefit of the doubt.
“No, she’s not,” I reply.
“Then stop letting him live in your head rent-free. I know you have history, but it’s time to let it go, son. He’s nothing compared to you. You’re not just an athlete, you’re a star and a damn good human being. That’s why you’re my team captain. DeMarco’s nothing but a mediocre hockey player and a piss ant, to boot.”
I’d laugh if I wasn’t so damn embarrassed.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Are we good?”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry if I overstepped.”
“Next time, tell that little shit to call me directly. I’ll set his ass straight.”
And with that, he disconnects.
I’m still embarrassed, but I’m also relieved.
Now I just have to figure out how to apologize to Serena.
The last thing I ever wanted to be is another guy who lets her down.
I’m in love with her, and I plan to not only tell her but also to show her before the night is over.
I buy flowers, a bottle of champagne, and a replica toy Ferrari for Joey, since he mentioned thinking mine is cool more than once. I don’t know if there are any gifts that will smooth over the mess I’ve made, but it’s a start. I hope.
When I pull into her driveway there’s a sleek blue Mercedes in her parking spot. That’s not the car Jayne sent Bodi pictures of, and I hesitate.
Is DeMarco here in a rented Mercedes? But then her car should be here too, right?
I shake off the doubt and steel my resolve. I have to stop thinking about him—especially in relation to her.
I get out, gifts in hand, and walk to the door, knocking briskly. It takes a minute but a beautiful woman opens the door, one I don’t recognize.
“Uh, hi.” This is unexpected. “I’m looking for Serena.”
The beautiful brunette smiles. “You must be West.”
“What gave it away?” I ask curiously.
“Flowers. Presents.” She shrugs. “Unfortunately, she’s not here.”
“Do you know when she’ll be back?”
“No. But you’re welcome to wait. I’m Holly.”
“Hi, Holly. Serena’s mentioned you.” I follow her inside and get the same feeling of warmth I got the first time I was here. Because everything about this place represents Serena, and I love everything about her.