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I heard female voices in the background, and Andy said, “I’m talking to Mikey.”
“Mikey!” my mom said. “Ask him why he never calls his mother anymore.”
I smiled, wishing I was standing in Andy and Carrie’s kitchen with them. “Tell her I’ll call her tomorrow and I wish I could eat her lasagna tonight. I have to go. I’ve got to get ready for a date.”
“A date? Mikey has a date!”
Mom and Carrie squealed in the background.
“Don’t wear a V-neck! No woman wants to see your chest hair coming out the top of your shirt!” Mom called. “And don’t cheap out on dinner!”
Andy chuckled into the phone.
“Tell her I don’t own any V-necks and we’re going to Chick-fil-A,” I said. “I’ll catch you later, man.”
“Bye.”
Andy ended the call and I set my phone down, picked up the refrigerator magnets Joey had scattered on the floor and then headed for the shower. I was looking forward to having Jolie all to myself this evening for the first time since I’d helped her escape on her wedding day.
* * *
“Am I too dressed up?”Jolie asked as our eyes met when she opened the front door of her apartment.
I liked her in her sweats and stocking caps, but tonight she was stunning in a simple black dress with a V-neck and long sleeves, her hair pulled up with a few loose pieces resting against her porcelain skin.
She’d dressed up forme. The woman who had been off-limits since the moment I’d seen her was telling me it was okay to look at her and it was okay to want her.
And fuck, did I want her. All I could think about was pushing that dress up to her hips, cupping her ass in my hands to pull her close, and devouring her mouth. I wanted to feel every inch of her.
“You look perfect,” I said with a grin.
She looked down at the dress and then back up at me. “So I had shapewear on under the dress, but it was smashing my internal organs, so I just took it off and now I’m all sweaty.”
I arched a brow, amused and delighted by her complete honesty. “And here I thought that glow was because of me.”
“Maybe some of it is,” she said, smiling.
“I think your shape is perfect as it is, and I’m sure we’ll both have a better time if your internal organs aren’t smashed, so…shall we?”
I held out an arm to her and she took it, putting the strap of her purse over her other shoulder.
“Hold that thought,” she said. “I need your arm because I hardly ever wear heels, but I have to lock the door first.”
I shamelessly ogled her as she turned around to lock the door. She was tall and curvy in all the right places, and her black heels were sexy as fuck. I didn’t want them to hurt her feet, though.
“Hey, you sure you want to wear the heels?” I asked. “You can leave them with the shapewear and be comfortable if you want.”
She shrugged. “I hardly ever get to dress up and feel pretty. I stuck a pair of flats in my bag in case I need to change later.”
Our eyes locked and a slight flush crept over her cheeks. My heart pounded in my chest just from looking at her. What was happening here? I’d seen Jolie many times in the years I’d been playing hockey here, but I’d never seen her like this. She wasn’t just my coach’s daughter or my fellow volunteer youth hockey coach; she was also a strong, smart, sexy woman I couldn’t get enough of.
I wanted to take her out on the town and show her a good time. I also wanted to curl up on the couch with her. Take her to bed. Talk about our lives until the sun rose. In this one moment, I wanted everything all at once.
“Ready?” she asked.
“I…yeah, sorry. I’m ready.” I ran a hand through my hair. “I’ve really been looking forward to this.”
“Me too. I’ll try not to talk your ear off about studying regulatory patterns of gene expression. I spent the day writing a report about the subject, so it’s on my mind.”
