Ava:
Cole finally gave me the green light before the game started.
Not that I needed his permission—I was ready long before he was. But the text came hours before kickoff, short and sweet.
Cole: -Tonight’s yours. Do your worst. Let her burn.-
God, I’d been waiting for this.
I watched the game from the bleachers across the stadium, sunglasses on, iced coffee in hand, like I didn’t have chaos simmering beneath my perfect crimson lips. Maddox was killing it on the field. So strong. So focused. All-American football star. And Juliette?
Sad little Juliette sat all alone in the stands like she belonged there.
Wearing his jersey. Like it meant something.
Please.
I could barely stop the smirk from spreading when my girls returned to the bleachers after “accidentally” dousing her with vodk
