I Wish You Were Mine
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Mollie shook her head. “I’ve googled her a couple of times in the last few months. She’s definitely been dating him.”
Jackson threw back his head and laughed. “Madison is marrying the guy who took my place as QB? He’s what, twenty-two?”
“Twenty-four,” Mollie said with a little smile, relieved that he didn’t seem upset.
“Man,” he said with another laugh, tossing the wedding invitation on the desk without another glance. “Good luck to him. He’s going to need it.”
“You’re not weirded out?”
“Hell no. Madison wanted to be married to a football player. Maybe this is poetic justice, or some shit like that.”
“That’s very generous of you.”
He gave her a slow grin. “I can afford to be generous. She’s getting what she wants. I get what I want.”
“Which is what?” Mollie murmured, winding her arms around his neck as he moved in closer.
“A hot girlfriend,” he said, bending down for a kiss. “A job I love. Oh, and as a bonus, I don’t have to wear a tux to Cassidy’s wedding, since I lost the best-man gig.”
“Actually, you’re a groomsman. So that’s a yes on the tux.”
“Damn,” he muttered.
Mollie slipped out of his arms, moving back toward the invitation on the desk and flipping it over. “Madison wrote us a note.”
“Great,” he said sarcastically.
Mollie found the simple white card Madison had included, holding it up so Jackson could read it: M & J, I forgive you. Please come. XOXO, Madison.
He rolled his eyes. “Well, shit, should we get some champagne? Here I’ve been losing so much sleep because my cheating ex is mad at me.”
Mollie swatted him. “Stop. This is important to me.”
His gaze softened. “I know. I know, baby. You think things will be better between you?”
Mollie ran a finger over Madison’s neat handwriting. “Yeah. I mean, our relationship will probably be like it was. I don’t know that we’ll go back to talking every day, but maybe, you know, Christmases someday.”
He groaned. “Christmas with Madison?”
“My only sister,” she said, holding up a warning finger.
“My ex-wife,” he said, holding up a finger to match.
Mollie pursed her lips. “Flip for it?”
“I’ve got a better idea,” he said, his gaze turning dark as he pulled her in again. “How about we invite Madison to Christmas if…”
“If…?” she prompted.
He reached behind him to close his office door. “Afternoon delight?”
Mollie burst out laughing. “You’re trading sex for Christmas?”
Jackson waggled his eyebrows and grinned. “You in?”
She grinned back, her heart happy. “I’m so in.”
Jackson threw back his head and laughed. “Madison is marrying the guy who took my place as QB? He’s what, twenty-two?”
“Twenty-four,” Mollie said with a little smile, relieved that he didn’t seem upset.
“Man,” he said with another laugh, tossing the wedding invitation on the desk without another glance. “Good luck to him. He’s going to need it.”
“You’re not weirded out?”
“Hell no. Madison wanted to be married to a football player. Maybe this is poetic justice, or some shit like that.”
“That’s very generous of you.”
He gave her a slow grin. “I can afford to be generous. She’s getting what she wants. I get what I want.”
“Which is what?” Mollie murmured, winding her arms around his neck as he moved in closer.
“A hot girlfriend,” he said, bending down for a kiss. “A job I love. Oh, and as a bonus, I don’t have to wear a tux to Cassidy’s wedding, since I lost the best-man gig.”
“Actually, you’re a groomsman. So that’s a yes on the tux.”
“Damn,” he muttered.
Mollie slipped out of his arms, moving back toward the invitation on the desk and flipping it over. “Madison wrote us a note.”
“Great,” he said sarcastically.
Mollie found the simple white card Madison had included, holding it up so Jackson could read it: M & J, I forgive you. Please come. XOXO, Madison.
He rolled his eyes. “Well, shit, should we get some champagne? Here I’ve been losing so much sleep because my cheating ex is mad at me.”
Mollie swatted him. “Stop. This is important to me.”
His gaze softened. “I know. I know, baby. You think things will be better between you?”
Mollie ran a finger over Madison’s neat handwriting. “Yeah. I mean, our relationship will probably be like it was. I don’t know that we’ll go back to talking every day, but maybe, you know, Christmases someday.”
He groaned. “Christmas with Madison?”
“My only sister,” she said, holding up a warning finger.
“My ex-wife,” he said, holding up a finger to match.
Mollie pursed her lips. “Flip for it?”
“I’ve got a better idea,” he said, his gaze turning dark as he pulled her in again. “How about we invite Madison to Christmas if…”
“If…?” she prompted.
He reached behind him to close his office door. “Afternoon delight?”
Mollie burst out laughing. “You’re trading sex for Christmas?”
Jackson waggled his eyebrows and grinned. “You in?”
She grinned back, her heart happy. “I’m so in.”
