Chapter Eleven––––––––
Stormy had relented and spent every night in Devon’s bed. Still unconvinced of his feelings for her, she left her belongings in the guest room. Always have an escape plan. She bounced down to fix breakfast with a smile on her face. Samantha was already preparing coffee.
“You’re up early.”
“With Jo’s wedding in a week and training camp in three, things are crazy at work.”
“You’re in the wedding party?” Stormy took down three mugs.
“At least I don’t have to worry about finding a dress. Where’s Devon? Today’s the weigh in.”
As if on cue, the cornerback appeared at the archway. “You rang?”
“Very funny. The weigh-in’s today. Will you pass?” Samantha wrinkled her brow as she sipped her coffee.
Devon slapped his belly. “Flat as a pancake. I’ve lost twenty-five pound
