Rose
The following weekend Rose had a soccer tournament, and Vincent had said he'd try to make it down if he could switch his days off at work with someone, but so far there'd been no takers.
She walked out into the kitchen where Grace, whose belly looked ready to pop, was packing the small ice chest she always took to Rose's tournaments. “Wow, you weren't kidding when you said the new uniforms were short."
Rose glanced down at her soccer shorts. “They're ridiculous. If they weren't loose, I'd look like I was wearing my volleyball shorts."
Grace laughed. “Well, at least you have great legs. They look good on you."
Rose smirked, thinking about how often Vincent made her tremble now by running his hands up and down her legs, telling her just how much they drove him crazy. A car honked o
