Chapter Twenty-One JaneThere’s something about Wes’s new place that just feels like home to me. Maybe it’s because his building is so close to my apartment, only a few blocks down the street. Or maybe it’s the framed picture of us hanging on the wall of the living room, a shot of us kissing on the field at the end of the last practice of the season.
Or maybe, and most likely, it’s the smell of chicken parmesan wafting out of the kitchen as the Hawks’ MVP, Weston Chase, who is now officially my boyfriend, is hard at work making me dinner.
Yup. That has to be it.
“I can’t believe you’ve never cooked your favorite food before,” I tease, taking a good long sip of my gin and tonic. I lean against the kitchen counter, watching the show from a comfortable distance as Wes concentrates on creati
