Not a bad idea. “With my aim, princess? Don’t give me ideas you’re not prepared to handle.”
It’s not the best practice I’ve ever had, but fortunately, it’s not the worst either. I like knowing Bex is close, looking so cute and squishy in her coat, her eyes narrowed in concentration as she walks the sideline, taking shots with her camera. It’s distracting, don’t get me wrong—I want nothing more than to challenge her to the snowball fight for real, and when she’s finally admitted defeat, kiss her senseless, maybe do something cheesy like call her my own snow angel—but I show off, too, even though we’re just running drills. I warned her before she came that practices are usually kind of boring, but she insisted she wouldn’t mind.
I glance over in between reps to find her chatting with someone on the staff. I’ve been keeping an eye on Darryl, making sure he doesn’t try to talk to her, and fortunately, he’s stayed away, although I’ve caught him looking. She holds up her camera, eyes lit up with that passion I love seeing on her. She doesn’t let herself have that enough. I’ve seen her at the diner, and sure, she likes it. She likes talking to the regulars and being in charge. Even now, with the fire damage limiting operations and the insurance company trying to undercut her, she isn’t complaining. But why would she want a future like that if she knows that when she has a camera in her hands, she comes alive in a whole different way?
I know better than to bring it up. The last time I tried, she chewed me out. The insurance company, the business—she doesn’t want my help with it, and I have to respect that.
Doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it.
When practice finally wraps up, I head over to her. She smiles, accepting my kiss. An older woman with light brown skin and dark curls spilling out from underneath her cap stands next to her.
“This is Angelica, do you know her? She handles team operations.”
I shake her hand. Of course, she’s wearing a nice pair of leather gloves. “I think we met once, right when I first came here,” I say. “Thank you for all you do for the team.”
She smiles at me. “I was just telling your girlfriend that she ought to get in touch with someone from the athletics publicity department. They like submissions from student photographers, it ties together the arts and athletics nicely for the university.”
My eyes widen as I look at Bex. “That sounds incredible.”
Her cheeks are already pink from the cold, so they’re covering up the blush I know must be there. She fiddles with her camera lens. “Maybe. You know I’m already so busy.”
“But you’re so talented.”
“Maybe,” she repeats.
“Maybe that’s what you should do after graduation,” I say, glancing over at Angelica. “You could be a sports photographer.”
She laughs. “James, come on.”
“I’m serious.”
“And I am too.” She smiles at Angelica. “Thanks for the information. It was nice meeting you.”
There’s something hard in her tone, a clear dismissal. She busies herself with putting away her camera in its case. I give Angelica an apologetic look.
She presses a card into my hand. “Have her call my office,” she says quietly before she goes. “I’ll put her in touch with Doug.”
“Bex,” I say, looking down at the card.
“I’m not taking it.”
“Come on. I’m sure the photographs you took of practice are amazing. You could do this for a career.”
“I already have a career.”
“Oh yeah?” I say. “Making pie is a career? Arguing with suppliers because they brought you the wrong kind of bacon is a career?”
“Yes.” She slings her camera over her shoulder with way more force than necessary. “Don’t be a snob.”
“A career you’re excited about, I mean.”
She looks up at me with fire in her eyes. “We’ve been over this.”
“It’s not you, Bex,” I say, setting my jaw in frustration. “This? This is you. And forget the sports part, fine, don’t do sports. But you deserve to have a camera in your hands. You could have a photography studio. Or do weddings. Or—”
She snatches the card out of my hand and stuffs it into my pocket, effectively shutting me up. “It’s a hobby. I love it, but it’s just a hobby.”
“Would you say the same thing to me about football? Hey, babe, I know you’re super talented at it, but it’s a hobby, you ought to go get that real job now.”
“It’s not the same and you know it.”
“Why?”
“Because it is!” she cries. “I don’t have a choice.”
“You could sell it. Just sell it and take the money and open a business you actually want to run. You’ll have the business degree.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“I’m not telling—I just want you to be happy.”
She turns on her heel and walks away.
“Beckett, come on.”
She doesn’t stop.
I catch up to her, ignoring the looks I’m getting from the couple of guys from the team who are still out on the field. I really ought to go inside, warm up and debrief about the practice with Coach, but like hell am I letting Bex walk away mad.
“You deserve everything you want,” I say. “Okay? That’s all I meant. If the diner is really what you want…”
“It is.”
“Okay.” I reach out and take her hand. Her fingers are like little icicles. “I’m sorry. But call her, please. Even if it’s just a hobby, if it interests you, you should do it. I watched you way more than I should have during practice, and I could tell how much fun you were having. Even in the snow.”
She looks up at me. I don’t like the guarded edge to her expression, like she’s afraid of revealing too much. We’ve gotten seriously honest with each other lately, and now I’m terrified that I fucked that up. As much as I want to just handle it all for her, I know I can’t. Not if I want her in my life.
I hope that by graduation, she figures out that she shouldn’t feel obligated to continue a business she never asked for in the first place. She’s loyal to her mother and that’s admirable, but if her mother really cared, she’d be helping her set up her own life, not guilting her into wasting it running the business she began with the husband who left her.
“I’ll see you later,” she says. “Tutoring session?”
“Sure. Definitely.”
She walks off to her car. I stand there for a moment, rooted in place, before the reality of the moment hits me.
I don’t want her walking away mad, and I don’t want her walking away without a kiss.
I run over to her and pull her into my arms. She makes a surprised noise as I kiss her, our cold lips slotting together perfectly. I knocked off her hat in my eagerness; my hand comes up to cup the back of her head and she shivers. To my relief, she kisses back, her hands fisting in my shirt.
“What’s this for?” she whispers when I finally break away.
“Wanted to do that all practice.”
She snorts. “I know what I look like in this coat. I’m a marshmallow.”
“Cutest marshmallow ever.” I kiss her again. “Sexiest, too.”
The knot in my chest loosens when I feel her smile against my lips. I pull away, moving my hands to her face so she’s looking at me. “I’m sorry. I’ll back off. But only if you promise two things.”
She looks at me warily. “What two things?”
“Call Angelica.”
She presses her lips together tightly.
“Just think about it,” I urge.
Finally, she nods. “What’s the second thing?”
“Say yes to spending Christmas with me and my family.”
31
BEX
Laura thrusts the flyer into my hand with a flourish. “You’re welcome.”
I barely glance at it before setting it down on my desk. As soon as I finish the last paper I’m writing, I’ll be done with the semester. Finally. Taking six classes is not for the weak. As finals season has winded down, the tension has leeched from me bit by bit.
It’s being replaced by the panic I feel every time I remember I agreed to spend Christmas with James’ family, but you know. Variety is the spice of life, and all that. It was easier to agree to it and let him get excited about that, rather than argue more about what he thinks I should do with my future.
Laura drops down on my bed, making the mattress bounce. “Really? I’m about to leave, you know. I’m not going to see you for a month. The least you could do is say goodbye, if you’re not going to even look at my super-awesome parting gift.”
“And I’m still green with envy,” I say, spinning the desk chair around so I can look at her. “Is Barry really coming to Naples?”
“Yep. It took some convincing, but he’s in.” She grins. “My brother is going to eat him alive. Are you still going to Port Washington?”