Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Aynslee nodded her head. “I think so. I’ll definitely find out tonight.”
They were going to a charity benefit that Jordan’s teammate, Jakob Titov, was hosting to help abused kids. Aynslee was all about helping kids and was excited when Jordan had asked her to come.
“Jordan? Who’s that?” Brittany asked. “I didn’t know you were dating someone.” “Remember the guy who ran out on me? After I got my nails done last month, I went for
a run and bumped into him, and let’s just say we haven’t spent much time apart since then.”
Brittany’s face broke into a knowing grin as she slapped Aynslee’s leg. “So he’s the hockey player, right?”
“Yup, a goalie for the Assassins, and oh, my God, I adore him. Actually, I’m pretty sure I love him.”
Sadie whipped her head around to stare at Aynslee, and Brittany’s mouth dropped open. “Say what?” Sadie asked.
“Really,” Aynslee stressed. “He is so perfect. He loves video games like me, took me on a mud run, loves to watch the same movies as me, and, get this, he lets me rap to him.”
“No way!” Sadie laughed, since she knew that Dan had hated when Aynslee rapped at all.
He’d said it wasn’t ladylike, but Aynslee didn’t care.
“Rapping is a must in a relationship,” Brittany said in a teasing way. Aynslee giggled. “Right? Jordan is everything I’ve ever wanted.”
She hadn’t been this happy in a long time. Even her mom could feel that there was something different when they’d spoken on the phone last night. When she heard about Jordan, her mom wanted to meet him, but since their future was still up in the air, Aynslee told her mother to wait a little and then she’d bring him home. She only hoped she would be able to.
“Are you talking about Jordan Ryan?”
All three women looked over to see a woman staring at them. The first thing Aynslee noticed was that she was extremely beautiful. Big blue eyes, framed with thick black lashes. Her blond hair was styled in wide curls draped around her shoulders, and she wore designer clothes. Aynslee couldn’t see her shoes, but she was sure they were expensive.
Aynslee nodded as she said, “I am.” “Are you dating him?”
Aynslee narrowed her eyes as she nodded again. “Yes.”
The woman’s eyes traveled up and down, taking Aynslee’s measure, then she raised an
eyebrow. Clearing her throat, she hung her hand over the chair, showing off one hell of a rock on her left hand. “That’s so nice. I’m Leanna Masterson, his ex-fiancée.”
Aynslee wasn’t sure if the woman was holding out her hand to shake, so she simply said, “Aynslee Shaw.”
“So how is Jordan? His knee doing better?”
A part of Aynslee didn’t want to tell her anything, wanted to turn her nose up and return to her conversation with her friends. From what Jordan had told her, Leanna had left him in such a shitty way. How could someone walk out on the person she was supposedly in love with?
Especially when he desperately needed her? This woman had ruined Jordan’s self-image, and if Aynslee hadn’t been so persistent with him, he would probably still be the socially awkward guy she had met on the plane.
Jordan was different now, more outgoing and confident. They had gone to dinner with Sadie and Phil one night, and they’d all gotten along so well. Phil and Jordan had even made a man date to play golf! He was branching out, and she knew it was because of her. He was happier, and all he had to do was get his career issues fixed and life would be great. As long as he didn’t leave.
“He’s doing great. We are really happy.”
Leanna gave her a snide smile. “That’s so nice, I’m glad. I think of him from time to time. I’m getting married to my amazing Justin—you probably know him, Justin Yates, with Yates and Yates? No? Well, he is wonderful, and we’re expecting our first child this August,” she said, with a wave of her hand. “We are really happy too.”
Aynslee felt as if Leanna was trying to rub something in her face, but Aynslee couldn’t have cared less. With a condescending smile, she mimicked, “That’s so nice.”
Leanna’s smile faltered for only a second before she said, “I hope it works out for you
two.”
The words were like knives, because Aynslee wasn’t sure if it would work out. At this
point the future was unknown. The past month and a half had been blissful, but they still hadn’t talked about what was going to happen after the season was over.
“It will. He is a dream come true,” Aynslee said, batting her eyes for good measure. “I wish you the best with your marriage and pregnancy. Congratulations.”
Aynslee was proud of herself, because what she really wanted to do was pour nail polish
all over Leanna’s feet and then stick out her tongue like a three-year-old. But she managed to refrain and instead turned back around to her friends.