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I put out my hand, but didn't quite touch him, as much as I wanted to. Even being this close made my heart do silly somersaults.
"One at a time," I said firmly.
"So you'll let me buy that?" He pointed to the one under my arm. "Because if you don't, I'm just gonna sneak back and get it."
I believed him. "If I don't have a choice, then I might as well say yes," I said.
"Good answer," he said. "What about some cute pants with snowflakes all over them?" He waved toward them.
They were extremely cute. If I was working at either of my old jobs— Who was I kidding, I couldn't have afforded them anyway.
"Uh, they're not my thing," I lied. "I have jeans, they will do."
He eyed the pants for a moment longer. "Okay, if you say so." He looked like he might insist I try them on, but instead he slid the jumper out from under my arm.
His hand brushed mine. My heart raced faster than Rudolph at the head of Santa's sleigh.
Our eyes locked. We stayed like that for about a hundred years before I managed to glance away.
"Thank you," I muttered. "I appreciate you…buying my uniform for me."
He flashed me a smile that would have set anyone's pulse on fire. If he kept doing that, I'd need to lean against a shelf. My knees would turn to jelly and refuse to hold me up any longer.
Damnit, why did he have to be so stinking hot? It would be so much easier if he looked like Harvey Danbury. And if he acted like him. There would be no temptation then, not even slightly. There would be—what was the opposite of temptation? Revulsion? Yeah, that, and lots of it.
"Any time," Bam said softly. He gave me a long look, which I saw in the corner of my eye.
He almost seemed to be longing for…for something. He couldn't be. Could he?
By the time I turned my face to look directly at him, he'd tucked the jumper under his arm and started off to pay.
I must have imagined what I saw on his face. I thought I saw what I wanted to see.
There was no way Bam cared about me too.
CHAPTER 21
BAM
"Good game." We strutted off the field. I was covered in sweat. The sound of the adoring crowd rang in my ears, just the way I liked it.
"A win is always a good game." Hawk grinned. "Especially when we have to fight for it."
And we had. At halftime we were down by three points. A field goal evened the score about two minutes into the second half. We were neck and neck then, right up until the last couple of minutes. We snuck ahead. They tried desperately to come back, but we wouldn't give them a millimetre.
It was the kind of game that was as much fun to watch as it was to play. And I hadn't fumbled the ball. That was a bonus.
"Rapids. Rapids. Rapids." The sound echoed through the stadium, even as the crowds headed for the exits. It would be mayhem out there for the better part of an hour or two yet.
The locker room was just as chaotic.
I couldn't turn around without seeing a sweaty guy with a grin on his face. Even Ollie, who had blood caked under his nose where he'd been hit. He didn't look like his nose was broken, so I guessed we couldn't test the theory about it affecting his looks.
Shame.
I chuckled to myself.
"First sign of insanity is laughing at nothing." Chase's locker was near enough to mine that he could pull stuff out of it while flinging insults in my direction.
