Just Please Me: Standalone College Sports Romance (Westbrooke Angels Book 1) by Deanna Grey

Author:Deanna Grey [Grey, Deanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-03-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Weston led the way into the dining hall. We were fashionably late, and an older man made a loud note of this when Weston paused in the entryway.

“Give me one second,” Weston whispered. He squeezed my hand before letting go.

I watched him make his way over to a table of three older men with women I could only assume were their wives. Weston respectfully nodded at the man that chastised him for his lateness. He kneeled on one knee when the guy motioned him closer.

I waited for him a few feet away to give them some privacy and to take in the full room. Young guys dressed business casual filled the tables, yelling across the room to one another. A few girls were here too, but they were vastly outnumbered and looked as though they were bored at having to listen to their boyfriends’ rant about the game tomorrow.

“Hey, Covee.” Dakota appeared at my side. “Welcome to the family dinner.”

I smiled and accepted the hug he offered. “Hey. How are you?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. His hair looked a little unkempt, and he tucked the longer strands behind his ear as he replied, “Nervous. Big game. And this guy hasn’t been where he was supposed to be for the last couple of days, which makes practicing hard.”

Dakota jerked his thumb at Weston and continued, “I’m assuming that has something to do with you? Not judging. I’d skip practice in heartbeat for… um if I had someone.”

The smile on my lips grew a little wider when he took a deep, unsteady breath. Dakota’s skin paled. I tried to think of what made me feel better whenever I got anxious around people. Usually, it was simply the person continuing forward as if they didn’t notice my awkwardness. So, I did just that.

“Can’t take credit for his absence, unfortunately,” I told him with a shrug. I glanced back over at Weston. I haven’t taken full advantage of his ‘beck and call’ offer. If he’d been skipping practices, it wasn’t because of me.

Dakota cleared his throat. “I saved you two some seats.”

He gestured across the room. “Come on. Our head coach, Axe, likes to dig into West before games. Get in his head a bit. It usually takes a few minutes.”

I frowned. “Does that work?”

Dakota leads me to his table. “We won the championship last year for the first time in eight years because of Weston. I say it does something.”

I peered over my shoulder at Weston, who was supposedly being torn into. His mouth was in a straight line and his shoulders looked tight. His eyes strayed away from his coach, scanning the room. When he found me, I could see his chest rise and fall as he let out a sigh. When he turned back to his coach, his shoulders were relaxed.

“What’s up,” Grayson greeted as I slipped into a chair beside him. “You coming to the game tomorrow? We need all the luck we can get.”

Before I could answer David said, “Maybe if she shows up, we’d finally be able to have Weston in the flesh.

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