Page 11 of Score Her Heart

“That’s not what I asked you,” I told her.

“I don’t know! But I’m only twenty-seven; I could turn thirty and change my mind. Do you?”

I shrugged. “If that’s what you want.”

“Riley! You can’t do whatever I want. If that’s important to you, we should talk about that.”

I gave her a funny look. “You literally asked me for a divorce, and now you’re worried about whether or not I want children?”

“Ugh! You’re so annoying!” she fumed. “If we don’t see eye-to-eye on this, I don’t think we can stay married.”

I chuckled. She was so cute when she was mad. When she got all riled up, I wanted to knock all the things off the counter and fuck her on top of it. If only to shut her up and hear her moan my name again like she did last night.

“Stop looking at me like that!” she screeched and threw a pillow at my head.

I ducked, and it fell to the floor. I crossed the room to her and gripped her waist with my hands. Fi was tall, and I only had a couple inches on her, so we were usually at eye-level. “How am I looking at you?” I asked huskily.

She wrapped her slender hands around the back of my neck. I was only slightly worried she would try to choke me. What did it say about me that I would have been okay with it if she did?

“Like you want to throw me down on this counter and fuck me,” she huffed out.

I couldn’t keep it together and laughed. I pulled her closer to me, so she was flush against my chest, and kissed her roughly. She kissed me back in such an angry fashion, I should have been concerned at how hard my dick got. Unfortunately, we couldn’t act out my fantasies because we were interrupted by someone knocking on the door.

Fi hung her head against my chest and groaned. “I guarantee that’s my mother.”

“Yeah, don’t we have to be somewhere?” I asked.

She nodded, then walked away to the door and opened it to reveal her mother. Her mom looked flustered, but she smiled when she saw me peek out from the kitchen. “Oh, good, you’re awake. Are you coming downstairs?” she asked.

“Riley?” Fi called me. “You ready?”

I adjusted myself in my jeans and tried to think of something to make my boner go away. Hockey stats. How bad my team was doing. Granny panties. Pittsburgh winning the cup. Ah, there we go. I grabbed the room card off the counter. “Coming.”

“Riley!” her mom smiled at me. “I was afraid she would have scared you off, too.”

Fi frowned. Her mom was the queen of passive aggressiveness, but I had to admit that comment was plain rude. I ignored it and hugged her mom. “Mrs. Gallagher, it’s good to see you again. We were just on our way down.”

Her mom softened. “None of that Mrs. Gallagher stuff. Katherine or Mom now.”

“Sure, Katherine…” I trailed off and looked to Fi. She looked pissed. I held out my hand to her, and I was surprised she actually took it. “Come on, sweetheart,” I urged and laced my fingers through hers. I was surprised that she didn’t bite my head off for the pet name, but this morning, in the shower, something in her had softened when I said it. It fit her.

She rolled her eyes but let me lead her out the door. Her mom smiled at our joined hands and started talking about more stuff that I knew Fi did not want to hear about at all. “So, we should probably talk about your honeymoon…”

“I’m gonna cancel it,” Fi deadpanned as we waited for the elevator.

“What? Why?” her mom asked and looked questioningly at me.

“Mom, Riley can’t come. He has hockey.”

“When were you gonna go? And where?” I asked.

It was true, I did have hockey and couldn’t go, but maybe we could reschedule until after I made this stubborn woman fall in love with me. Maybe we could move it to the off-season. The only reason I was able to make her wedding was because it was during an unusual break in our schedule. Which she admitted to me she had done on purpose because she really wanted me to come. I knew her ex had insisted on a wedding during hockey season because he didn’t want me to attend. That guy hated me, but the joke was on him because now she was wearing my ring on her finger, not his.

“Tomorrow. We were gonna go to Iceland. It’s fine; I’ll see if I can cancel and eat the cancellation fees. I mean, I’m on a deadline, so I’d probably spend more time in the hotel room anyway.” She dipped her head down. I didn’t like that sad look on her face.

“I’ll take care of it,” I offered.

The elevator dinged, and the three of us walked into it. Fi glared at me. “Don’t you dare. It’s fine.”