Taming The Player (Amateurs In Love Book 2) by Hannah Cowan

Author:Hannah Cowan [Cowan, Hannah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Sports Romance
Publisher: Hannah Cowan
Published: 2022-04-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Braden

Is it creepy to watch your girlfriend while she sleeps? Probably. Do I care? Not at all.

After carrying Sierra to bed and making sure the duvet is tucked under her like a cocoon, I take two steps to the door before stalling. I shift on my feet and peer down at her sleeping form, feeling a surge of contentment. There’s something about knowing that she’ll be waiting for me when I crawl into bed, ready to wrap herself around me, that strips me bare, leaving me way too vulnerable.

If it weren’t for the intimidating woman waiting for me in the other room, I would shed my clothes and join my girl in bed right now. There’s no place that I would rather be than wrapped around Sierra, but the conversation that awaits me might just be the most important one I’ve ever had.

With that thought, I’m closing the bedroom door softly and stepping into the lamplit living room.

It’s almost like being on the receiving end of a swift kick to the stomach when I spot the simple black picture frame housing the photo of Tyler, Oakley, Adam, and me playing college hockey that Sierra gifted me before dinner. It stands by itself on one of the two side tables, looking as if it belongs there—here, in Sierra’s place.

That’s a dangerous, dangerous thought. One that I don’t have the energy to focus on right now.

Luckily, Clare doesn’t seem to be a fan of beating around the bush. Her eyes sweep the room before focusing on me. “Are you going to come sit down? I might seem like it, but I don’t bite.”

There’s a brief moment where my breath quickens before evening out again. This is Sierra’s big sister. From what I’ve gathered, sitting down alone with Clare is the equivalent of having a heart-to-heart with a terrifying father. It’s better to just get it over with so that everyone can move on from the awkward tension and the occasional fleeting glare. Not that I have even a fucking sliver of experience in that department. The younger version of myself had never cared enough about any of the girls I dated to even consider meeting their fathers.

Wow, talk about what a great conversation starter that would be.

Fighting back a wince, I dip my chin and take a seat on the opposite end of the couch. To keep my legs from bouncing nervously, I pull one over my knee and hold on to my ankle to keep my hands busy.

Clare is looking far too relaxed with her back to the armrest, body turned to face me head-on, and a completely blank stare. I shiver slightly when I start to imagine all of the personal questions and accusations she must have locked and loaded in that head of hers.

She taps her blunt nails on the tops of her thighs and hums in a way that has my hackles shooting straight up. I’m not sure if she’s waiting for me to be the one

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