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“What exactly brought you here, princess?”
Her pert little nose wrinkles. “I am not a princess.”
“Yep. You are. So just get over it.”
“You need to get a life.”
“My life is hockey. You know that.”
“You can’t make love to hockey.” Then she stops speaking and I can practically see the wheels turning in her head. “At least I don’t think so.”
“No. You can’t make love to hockey. But I haven’t found the woman yet that I would consider leaving hockey for.”
“That makes me sad. I’d like to see you happy.” Her soft green eyes scrutinize me carefully. “Maybe you’re just not looking hard enough.”
“Okay. Seriously. What are you doing here?”
She shrugs. “I thought maybe you’d like to go out to eat or something tonight. Maybe go see a movie.”
“Why would I want to do that when I have my own theater with my own popcorn. Hell, I could sit there and watch movies and eat a fucking steak.”
“Please, Steele. I need to get out of the house tonight. I’m going crazy.”
I know why. She just broke up with the fortieth douche in as many days. It’s sad the way she seems to attract the most horrible men. I can’t fathom it. She’s beautiful, smart and sweeter than honey fresh from the vine.
And yes, she does make me sound like a damn pussy.
“Fine,” I huff. “But I’m picking the movie.” She nods and smiles so wide that I’m surprised she doesn’t lick her own ear.
I know that I’m letting her pick the movie too, though. I can’t stand up to her. Don’t want to. I love this woman with every gigantic fiber of my being and if it takes letting her drag me around in public when I just want to stay home?
Then that’s what I’ll do. Because one look out of her peridot eyes and one smile from those coral lips and I turn into a marshmallow.
“Let me go get cleaned up and I’ll meet you over on the other side of the rink, okay?”
She nods and dances away. She’s like a tiny little sprite and I fight not to laugh.
She hates that. But can I help it she makes me happy?
I stalk down to the locker room and slip out of my uniform and slide off my pads.
I’m almost ready to go climb in the shower when Everest stomps by me and pauses.
I draw myself up to my full six foot six and study him. He looks at me and then looks away.
“You better not be thinking anything about getting with my sister, Steele. She deserves better than a man who’s tied to hockey worse than a man with a mistress.”
“Agreed. But I think whatever happens, she’s the one you should be having this talk with. I’m good.”
I’m not. Not even a little bit.
The woman I love is clueless about how I feel about her and her brother is glaring at me like he can fry my ass with just his eyes.
If looks could kill, I’d be crispier than burnt toast.
And nobody loves burnt toast. Especially not Chastity.
CHAPTER2
