this daydream is dangerous | JENLISA

Chapter 6

"Woah! Snazzy office," Brooke cooed from the doorway.

"How'd you get up here?" Jennie laughed, standing up from her desk chair.

"Connor loves me," Brooke chuckled, hurrying into the room and shutting the door behind her.

"Clearly security doesn't respect my 'do not ever let this person enter the premises' notices," Jennie joked, moving around her desk and leaning against the front of it.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. You're so funny, sweetie," Brooke grinned, opening her arms to hug her.

Jennie stepped into the familiar embrace and patted Brooke on the back. "Not that I'm complaining, but what brings you in?"

"Can't a woman want to see her ex-wife and give her a hug?" Brooke teased, leaving a tiny kiss on Jennie's cheek.

Jennie grumbled good-naturedly and wiped at the lipstick on her cheek. "You know I hate that."

"Sorry," Brooke smirked. "I was actually hoping to ask for a favor?"

"There's the ex-wife I know and tolerate," she grinned.

"You love me. You're just not in love with me because I'm a shit and we stopped lusting after each other," Brooke hummed, already messing with a paperweight on Jennie's desk.

"What's the favor?" The CEO asked with an affectionate shake of her head as she watched Brooke move around her office.

"I was hoping I could come to the game Friday night," Brooke said, smiling over at Jennie. 

"Of course, you can."

"Can I... sit in the nice seat? I promise not to talk during the game."

Jennie narrowed her eyes. "You want to sit in the box with me?"

"Yes, it's so much nicer than general admission seating. I'll be quiet as a mouse," Brooke promised.

"You better be," she warned.

"I just want to see the amazing things you've done with the team. I've heard some great things," Brooke said.

"Top seven through the middle of August isn't half bad," Jennie beamed, beyond proud of the accomplishments of her team this season.

"I went out with this girl a few nights ago, and she told me about how many more fans were coming, so I figured it would be nice to check it out myself and see what magic my ex-wife has done," Brooke added, reaching out and squeezing Jennie's hand.

"The seat is yours if you want to come see the magic," she replied, squeezing Brooke's hand in return.

"You're my favorite ex-wife, and I love you," Brooke cheered, wrapping Jennie up in another hug.

"Love you too," she said with a roll of her eyes, patting Brooke on the back as they hugged again.

"I'll see you Friday and duct tape my mouth," Brooke sighed happily, nearly skipping to the office door.

Jennie watched her ex-wife go with a shake of her head, moving back around her desk. She grabbed her phone from where she'd abandoned it, pulling up the U.S. National Team Instagram she'd been lowkey stalking for almost two weeks.

She'd gotten glimpses and brief snippets of Lisa at camp from whoever ran the social media for the National Team. They were never long enough, but just seeing her in the back of a video or in a short interview had Jennie beaming and counting down the days.

The Instagram story the team had posted two hours ago was about Lisa, Celia, and Abby arriving back in Denver, so Jennie knew they were back. Probably already with the team or doing recovery, but they were back, and Lisa was back, and she felt like she could breathe a little easier.