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Marc rubbed his chin again. “Sounds like a woman to get to know.”
And Jordan was feeling the urge to rearrange Marc’s pretty face. He hadn’t been able to get Sera out of his mind ever since their night together. Being around her was like a euphoric high that he’d only experienced one other place—on the ice. He was restless to see her, touch her, spar with her again.
“Wait, wait.” Marc rubbed his chin. “Serafina Perini is ringing a bell... Was she the gorgeous ash-blonde poured into a satin dress at Cole and Marisa’s surprise wedding?”
The way Jordan saw it, Marc’s great memory could be a pain in the ass sometimes. He made a mental note not to invite the Razors’ defenseman to any other weddings—not that he was planning to host one himself. “Her hair is a honey blond.”
“You noticed.” Marc flashed a knowing and triumphant grin.
“Just setting the record straight.”
“Hey, is this the same Serafina who recently waitressed at the Puck & Shoot?” Vince suddenly piped up. “That woman you were chatting up during our last time there addressed the waitress as Serafina, and that’s kind of an unusual name.”
Jordan bit back a grimace—now Vince had to get all verbose on him? “I was not chatting up Danica. She walked over to me, and I was being polite.”
“Polite is not the adjective that comes to mind, Serenghetti,” Marc joked.
Jordan sat back and draped his arm along the top of their booth. “Hilarious.”
“Serafina didn’t seem particularly friendly toward you at the Puck & Shoot,” Vince observed.
Jordan regarded both his teammates. Since when had the Razors’ goalie become an astute observer of human interactions? “So are you guys going to do the show?”
Marc looked like he was enjoying himself and not ready to give up the fun. “So this Serafina is an in-law, your physical therapist, a waitress at the Puck & Shoot who, come to think of it, I should have recognized from your brother’s wedding even if she was dressed up...and the special guest on your mother’s show?” he drawled, rubbing his chin. “Seems as entangled as you’ve ever been with a woman, Serenghetti.”
Jordan shrugged and adopted a bored tone. “Sera cooks, and Mom’s liked her since her cousin married Cole.”
Marc looked at Vince like he wanted to crack up. “Well, if your mother likes her, I guess that seals the deal.”
“Not quite,” Jordan replied drily. “I’ve got to get you two jokers to add some suspense to the whole episode.”
“Not romance?” The defenseman adopted an exaggerated expression of shock.
“It’s a cooking competition, Bellitti.”
“And has this honey-blond physical therapist ever wanted to be on air?” Marc joked.
“No. And she’s not into hockey guys.” It couldn’t hurt to drive the point home.
Marc’s eyes crinkled. “Meaning you’ve failed with her? The legendary Jordan Serenghetti charm hasn’t worked.”
“I haven’t tried.” He hadn’t tried to get to bed with her. Not really. Not yet...
“This I might have to see,” Marc said, warming to the subject.
“If you go on the show, I’ll prove that I can make Sera melt.” A little extra motivation would be good for Marc.
The defenseman laughed again.
“Guys...” Vince said warningly.
“You’re on, Serenghetti,” Marc said, his eyes gleaming. “I’ll let my agent know. Because I think you’re not going to win.”
“Don’t be too sure.”
“And when you do lose,” Marc persisted, “what do I get?”
“The satisfaction of knowing I failed.”
