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There was more to Lindy than the one incident and I wanted to figure her out. No. Not just figure out. I was going to marry her.
That had me walking toward her across the produce section with my heart rate double timing as if I were doing speed drills between the blue lines.
She doesn’t know you’re obsessed. Obsessed? I had the wedding ring Mallory and I picked out for her tucked away. Dude, chill the fuck out.
The obsessed guy versus the standoffish woman.
“Size isn’t as important as what you do with it,” I commented when I strolled up. Okay, maybe that was the dumbest thing in the world to say. Did a woman want a guy to fling innuendo about vegetables at them while grocery shopping?
Fuck. Probably not.
Be cool. Be. Cool.
Her blonde hair swirled around her shoulders as she looked my way and my dick got hard. Yeah, from the swing of her fucking hair.
Surprise and awareness widened her blue eyes.
She recognized me. Not from the sports channel, because it was crystal clear Lindy had no clue I was a pro hockey player. She knew me from our little ride on the family’s private jet to Denver with Bridget and Mallory. Since she didn’t know I played hockey, she assumed I was a bored billionaire kicking back in Montana for the summer because the Azores or Boca Raton were dull.
I could just tell her the truth. What I was. That I wasn’t a slacker trust fund kid. That would change her opinion of me pretty fast, but I wasn’t going to do it. I wanted her to be into me. Not because I was famous. Not for my skill with a stick.
Okay, one stick. The one getting hard for her right now.
Fuck, she was pretty. Every time I got in front of her, it hit me. In my heart. In my dick.
For a Saturday afternoon when most people went casual, especially grocery shopping, she was perfectly put together. A jean skirt, crisp blouse with cutouts around the neckline that hinted at tanned skin beneath. Her shoes were the same pale pink as her top. So were her glossy lips. Lips I wanted to kiss that sheen right off of.
I had no idea how she and Bridget were sisters. Besides looking nothing alike, Lindy was clearly high maintenance while Bridget was… no maintenance. I’d even seen the younger Beckett in only a sheet–and not in a good, sexy times kind of way.
“What did you say?” she asked, her words full of surprise at seeing me.
I tipped my chin toward the yellow vegetable she held which looked a fair amount like a dick. Yes, the thought made me somewhat of a perv, but I didn’t want to talk to Lindy about the weather.
“Stir fry? Shish Kebab? It’s what you do with it that makes it good,” I commented as if I was a cooking channel host.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, instead of telling me her plans for the veg.
I glanced around. “Picking out dinner.”
Reaching out, she put the squash back in the pile with the rest in the display case. A rumble of fake thunder announced the imminent spray of water over the vegetables. “I mean Hunter Valley.”
I shrugged. “Don’t you remember flying with me last week? Aren’t I a little bit memorable?” I held up my hand and set my pointer finger and thumb close together.
She rolled her eyes. “I mean still. Don’t you have work in Denver?”
Yeah, she had no clue.
“On vacation.” I shrugged, not telling her it was the off season for the professional hockey league. “I’m hiking. Mountain biking. Did you know there’s a waterfall up the canyon?”
“Yes.”
I took a step toward her. “You’re lucky. You grew up here.” I reached out, stroked her hair behind her ear. “Hi, sugar,” I murmured softly, as if we were alone somewhere and not in the middle of a store.
I hadn’t seen her since we returned from the Bridget/Maverick popcorn-fest in Colorado. Fortunately, everything turned out and Mav and Bridge were back in town, hot and heavy and in love. After only two weeks.
It was sickening, but I was right there with my brother. One look at a Beckett woman and it was instalove for me, too.
Lindy’s eyes widened at the touch, but I couldn’t resist. I wanted to put my hands on her, kiss her, lick her because I knew she was going to be sweet like candy. In Denver she was all kinds of wound up. And it wasn’t worrying about Bridget. She didn’t want to kick back and have some fun. New city, Saturday night… yeah, no. She took her laptop and went to a hotel room and worked. Worked. Maybe that was the reason for her attitude that night. Work stress.
