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Lindy shifted her gaze to mine and glared. If lasers could shoot from eyeballs, I’d be a pile of ash on the floor.
“I have a job. It pays the bills. You wouldn’t understand being a James and all.” She glanced around the fancy lobby to get her point across.
Sure, I had family money, but I didn’t need it. I’d made my own fortune from hard work. Skill. Talent.
“Lind, he’s Dex James,” Mallory told her.
Lindy stared at Mallory as if she wondered if the drink in her to-go cup was actually coffee and not something stronger.
“I’m well aware he’s Dex James,” she snapped. “A James trust fund can help anyone wind down.”
“Um, that’s not what I meant,” Mallory replied, her eyes flicking between us.
It was obvious that Lindy had no idea I was a famous professional hockey player for the Colorado Silvermines. Number one draft pick right out of college when I was nineteen. Two Stanley Cup wins.
“She’s right,” I told Mallory. “I’m only Dex James.”
I liked Lindy not knowing who I was. She was being honest and bold, which I didn’t think she’d be if she knew the truth. The longer she was in the dark about my profession, the longer I knew she wasn’t after me for money or fame.
“My millions got you here on a private jet and can also provide stellar lodging,” I continued, “so you should be able to wind down with me. At least until tomorrow when we can go back to Hunter Valley.”
Mallory fist pumped the air. “Yes! We’re staying.”
Lindy glared.
“A room for Mallory and a room for you and me, sugar? I can think of lots of ways we can wind down together.”
Lindy glared some more, then snagged Mallory’s drink and left, speed walking across the lobby to who the hell knew where.
I stared at her ass as she went, and so did other men. I gritted my teeth at the flare of jealousy.
“I’ve known Lindy practically my whole life,” Mallory said. “I’ve never seen her so riled. I swear she doesn’t talk to people like that. Well, except for you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her glance my way. “Wow. You’ve got it bad.”
“I’m going to marry her.”
She gasped. “Seriously?”
Only when Lindy was out of sight did I look to Mallory. “Seriously.”
She laughed. “Good luck with that.”
“Want to help me pick out a ring?”
Mallory’s eyes lit up. “Hell, yes.”
Lindy was going to be mine, ring on finger, baby in her belly soon enough. I played to win and I was going to win over Lindy Beckett.
