Daxton’s POV
I knew I was taking a chance inviting Lilian to my game, probably committing relationship suicide by sending the skittish woman my jersey to wear, but I really wanted her to come.
Over the last couple of games, it had bugged me more and more to look up at the wives' and girlfriends’ section and not see her face among the other commited players' partners who were all sporting their man’s jersey. As the post training meeting had concentrated on tomorrows game, I had become more and more irritated until I had stomped up to the coach after he released us and asked for a WAG ticket.
The coach had raised an eyebrow at me but dutifully handed me the ticket that was saved specifically for my use. Usually, if I ever asked for it, it was because Dakota was in town and I’d also hit up
