MILA'S POV
The next few days blurred together with practices and meetings. I kept busy at the agency, but my mind stayed stuck on Jax. Every text from him made me smile stupid at my desk. Spencer noticed, of course, rolling his eyes like I was wasting time. “Must be nice having an easy assignment with the goalie,” he muttered. I just handed him some files anyway and kept moving.
That evening I went straight to Jax’s after work. He met me at the door with a tired look but pulled me in for a long hug. His big arms felt safe around my curves.
“Long day?” I asked, kicking off my yellow heels.
“Yeah. Coach rode us hard.” He lifted me up like it was nothing, carrying me to the kitchen counter and setting me there. “But seeing you makes it better.”
We kissed soft at first, then it turned hu
