Caught Up

“Be my problem.”

Swallowing, she tilts her head, testing me. “Then do something to make me your problem.”

“And I’m yours?”

His eyes trail my face, once again landing on my lips. “I think you might be.”

I pop my shoulders. “I like to see pretty girls in my jersey. Like to take it off them too.”

I’ve never thought about having kids before, but I’d be shocked to find a woman whose ovaries aren’t doing all sorts of cartwheels watching Kai Rhodes know exactly what to do to make his son feel better

Miller.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re sexualizing me in your mind right now, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

You’re mine, baby.”

Did you have fun?”

She nods with a childish smile. “I like those girls, and I like Kennedy. A lot.”

“Good. I’m glad you two are becoming friends. I’m sure it’s nice for her to finally have another woman traveling with us.”

“Yeah, and it’s nice to talk to someone when my head is a mess over you.”

My chest rumbles in a laugh. “Your head is a mess over me, huh, Mills? I’m flattered.”

“You should be.”

Me: Can I ask you another question?

Mills: Shoot.

Me: Were you jealous tonight?

Three gray dots appear then disappear, repeating that pattern a couple more times on the screen.

Finally, she responds.

Mills: Yes.

Me: Why?

Mills: Would you believe me if I said I’m not sure? I’ve never been jealous before.

Miller Montgomery.” A smirk lifts. “Are you jealous?”

She shakes her head to tell me no.

“Little liar.”

“Shh,” she hushes, burrowing against my chest. “I’m sleeping.”

Shit,” I breathe out.

I’m a thirty-two-year-old man getting caught in bed by someone’s father.