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He didn’t even flinch. “No? What type is not your type?”
“An athlete.”
“Ah, spoken like a true little sister. Kaden has taught you well.” Luc took a sip of his coffee but never took his eyes off her.
Those dark eyes did things to her insides. It was as if he were looking into her soul, and it was hot. “So, Luc, do you have any siblings?”
“Siblings? Are you trying to get to know me better, Ms. O’Conner?” Luc tapped his finger softly on the table.
“Just friendly small talk. I mean, I could go home and ask my brother. I guess small talk is kind of lame.” Kassie thought it was a fine question. If he had a sister he would probably feel guilty about hitting on her, knowing she was Kaden’s sister. But he didn’t seem too fazed by the unspoken guy rule. She mindlessly looked at her watch, but before she could lie and say she should get going, he spoke up with the words she figured he’d say.
“I’m an only child.” His lips curved with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes as he added, “My parents got it right on the first try, so there was no need for siblings. It only took your parents twice, obviously.”
“Oh please! Do you practice these lines at home in the bathroom mirror? The bigger question is, do they ever actually work?” The funny part was, as lame as his pickup lines were, they were working on her.
“Sometimes. Other times the girls don’t know they’ve worked until they’re already into me. But you’re not into hockey players; that’s why they don’t work on you.” He shrugged, but there was much sarcasm in his words.
“Right.” Kassie took a drink of tea.
“You should come watch practice some time. You know, since you’re in the area.”
“With all the little fangirls? No thanks.”
“Are you sure I haven’t seen you there before?” Luc tilted his head and squinted as if he was thinking too hard.
“Nope, not me.” She didn’t fangirl.
“I can understand you not wanting to hang out in the stands and watch your brother. Boring.” Joking, he smirked. “But I think you should give me your number so we can hang out again. Grab a coffee again, or something—”
“Remember, you’re not my type,” she reminded him.
“And since you’re not my type,”—Luc grinned— “what would be the harm?”
Her brain told her not to do it, but she grabbed his cell phone anyway, and entered her number. It wasn’t like she was going to date him. It wasn’t like he was even going to call her.
“Sweet.” He nodded. “Do you always drink green iced tea, or do you ever sway to hockey, I mean, coffee?”
“Smooth how you slid that in there.” She shook her head, half amused and half annoyed. “No athletes, not even hockey. And yeah, I drink coffee, too. Depends on my mood.”
“So today is a green tea mood?”
“This is really lame small talk, hockey boy.”
“Hockey boy? Sweets, you can call me Luc.”
“All right, Luc,” she said, accentuating his name, and then looked at her watch for effect. “It’s time for me to get back. Thanks for the small talk, hockey boy.”
“No problem. See you soon.” He nodded and wiggled his eyebrows up and down once.
She turned to the exit and started to leave, but then paused to call over her shoulder. “Don’t hold your breath.”
She heard him laugh. It was evil and delicious. Damn.
The kid behind the counter asked, “Excuse me, but aren’t you Luc Marcella from the Renegades?”
So much for not being a big-deal. Kassie rolled her eyes as she left the coffee shop.
Kassie sat at the appointment desk for the rest of the afternoon, checking in patients and answering phone calls. She didn’t fall for athletes. Athletes didn’t interest her. But for some odd reason, that hockey boy stayed on her mind all afternoon. Did I make a mistake giving him my number?
