Wolfe considered the not-so-bad suggestion from the kid who had far more game than the team’s captain.Must be his fancy Ivy League education.
“That’s not too bad of an idea, rookie.”
Wolfe only hoped it helped him score more time with the boss baker.He was tired of feeling off-kilter around her.It was a foreign feeling and uncomfortable as fuck.Speaking of uncomfortable, he was also tired of his cock staying as hard as a rock while constant fantasies of BB fueled his desire and led to more jack time than he’d had in his life.
“Why are you standing around?”the team’s goalie, Anton Sokolov barked at the trio standing at the blueline as he finally made his way to the ice.“You all talk a big game about winning the Cup, but you stand and chat like gossipy women at the salon.Let’s work.”
Wolfe appreciated the goalie’s drive, along with his effort to learn English when he came to the States from his homeland of Russia and the Kontinental Hockey League a few years ago.
It didn’t mean he wasn’t going to chirp at him though.
“Spending lots of time in the salon, Russian?Getting those lovely blonde locks conditioned and trimmed?They’re so pretty.”
“Blow me, Wolfe.”The goalie declared in perfect English, then swept away the puck that rested in the goal just behind the crease, as if its mere presence within the confines of the net was a capital offense.“Let’s work.”
And just like that, all thoughts of a disastrous dinner and a baker faded into the sounds of skate blades against the ice.
Wolfe could finally breathe.
Chapter 10—Aspen
“So, what are you goingto do about Wolfe?”Mia asked.As she waited for an answer, she pulled her barista apron over her head and readjusted her long, mahogany-colored ponytail held in place by a thick, elastic band.
“There’s nothingto do.”
Aspen went to work stacking the bowls to be washed that held the remnants of the ingredients for her‘Champagne Toast’vanilla cupcakes.The bakery was already filling up with the sweet aroma as they happily baked in the oven.
She’d thought so much about Connor since the uncomfortable dinner and sexy goodbye that left her more confused than ever.The ‘should she’ or ‘should she not’ give him the second chance he asked for beat in her mind like a metronome’s rhythmic needle.
A cloud of remorse billowed around Aspen for putting Mia in the middle of this mess when she spewed the details from their dinner during her shift last week.Mia was her friend, but Connor was her uncle of sorts.Aspen shouldn’t lean on Mia for advice when she definitely had a connection with Connor as well.
Luckily, Matt had entered the bakery during Aspen’s vent session about the dinner and their interruption from the busty women.Matt may have caught a brief part of the tale, but his presence was a blessing, as it gave Aspen the opportunity to cease further discussion with Mia.
Aspen could and would internally process her errant emotions.She’d been on her own a long time, she could handle this situation solo as well.
It wasn’t fair to Mia to put her in the middle anyway, and Aspen was quite certain that Connor wouldn’t appreciate his business being shared with others.So Aspen’s strategy of moving forward was to tell Mia that there was nothing more to the story with Connor and to leave it at that, even though Aspen knew in her heart that things with him were far from done.
