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“I did, but I had a few retakes to do.” Her smile is wide. “Thank you for all your support today. I’m sure the last thing you want to do is give up your practice time for some stupid show.”
“It’s fine. We got practice in this afternoon.” She knows this. “And the guys enjoyed themselves.” I scan her face for any resemblance to my girl but I can’t see it. I guess it’s like me and Holden. We couldn’t be more different.
“How about you?” she asks.
“What?” I blink my thoughts away.
“Did you enjoy watching me?” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. Red lights flash in my eyes. Shit, did she think I was flirting when I was watching her?
Danger, Will Robinson. This is not good.
“You’re a good dancer,” I say, checking my watch again, exaggeratedly so she gets the message. “I need to go, I’m late.”
“Oh, I was wondering if you’d like to come to dinner with me.”
“I’m busy,” I tell her. “That’s what I’m late for. I need to meet my brother.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize I didn’t say no.
Fuck. I start to tell her that’s what I meant but she beats me to it.
“Oh I didn’t mean tonight. I’m busy too.” She smiles widely. “We could do tomorrow though, if I can get out of a family meal.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, trying to think of a good excuse that doesn’t involve telling her I’m in a relationship with her sister. Mac would hate that. She looked so happy in my cabin shower when she told me she was going to tell her family about us after the game.
I don’t want to take that away from her.
“It’s not a good idea,” I say, shifting my feet. But I don’t want to alienate her either. She’s Mac’s sister, after all. “But good luck with the show.”
She doesn’t blink an eyelid. In fact, she smiles. “No problem,” she says. “It was just a thought.”
“Have a good night,” I tell her.
“You too.” She turns and walks away, her hips swinging. And there’s a tugging at my gut, because I need to tell Mac about this. Her sister hitting on me is not a good thing, even if I’ve nipped it in the bud.
I wanted to tell her I was taken. I wanted to tell her I’m falling for Mac. But I couldn’t and I don’t like that.
Letting out a sigh, I head up to see my girl, thinking that if we’d been open about everything from the start we wouldn’t have this problem.
I don’t do lies and I don’t do secrets. And yet here I am, doing both.
* * *
It takes me ten minutes and a text to find her. I’m skulking around the hallways of the office block like a teenage boy sneaking into his girlfriend’s house. Eventually she meets me in the staff room, which is thankfully empty. There’s a big ass smile on her face when she walks in and closes the door behind her, flipping the lock for privacy.
Then she walks over and curls her body around mine and I feel like I’ve come home.
Leaning down, I kiss her hard. She’s mine. I’m hers. We just need to stop fucking around and do this.
“I missed you,” she says breathlessly when we stop. “How was your day?”
“Long. Yours?” I stroke the hair out of her face. She wears it down more often now and I like it.
“Weird. I had a bit of an epiphany,” she says. “I was watching Isabella on the ice and got stupidly jealous. I don’t know if it was because she looked so amazing, or how the team seemed to melt to goo when they were with her, but whatever it was,” she waves her hand. “I realized I’m being stupid.”
“There’s no way you should be jealous of her,” I say.
“I know, but I was. I even felt sick when I saw her talking to you.”
I frown. “When did you see that?” I’m going to have to do this. Tell her and get it over with.
