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“And then when that player knocked you into the boards…” He shakes his head.
“Yeah,” I mutter. “It was a solid hit.”
My gaze returns to the blonde as she slips out the back door.
Dammit.
“I couldn’t believe it when you took that shot and it hit the crossbar before bouncing off it. That totally should have been a goal.”
He’s right about that.
I jerk my shoulders. “Well, what can you do?”
I’m hanging onto my patience by a thread. Every second that ticks by only makes it more unlikely that I’ll catch Carina. It’s tempting to shove this dude out of my way and make a run for the exit.
He shakes his head and shifts, looking as if he’s settling in for a nice long convo.
Before he can launch into yet another play, I clap him hard on the shoulder. “It was great talking to you…” My voice trails off as I blank on his name.
“Steve,” he supplies helpfully. “We were in the same marketing class last year.”
I snap my fingers and point, even though that’s not ringing any bells. “Right. Dr. Masterson.”
His brow furrows. “No, it was Giddings.”
“Sorry.” I flash a tight smile. One that feels as if it’ll crack into a million jagged pieces. “It’s been a long day and I was just heading out.”
“No worries.”
“Have a good night.”
That said, I slide past him, huffing out a relieved breath when he doesn’t trail after me. A few more people clap my shoulder and call out my name. Instead of engaging, I stare straight ahead, ignoring them all.
There’s only one person I have an interest in talking to.
More like getting my hands on.
Carina.
And that song?
Fucking hot.
It took less than thirty seconds of her husky crooning for my dick to give her a salute worthy of a five-star general. Unfortunately, one glance at all the dazed and slack-jawed expressions told me I wasn’t the only one blown away by her performance.
By the time I make it to the paved lot and jog to where she parked the BMW, there’s nothing but an empty space.
I plow a hand through my hair and contemplate my options before swinging around and heading back inside. It takes a solid twenty minutes to convince Wolf to hand over the keys to his Mustang GTO. The guy treats the damn thing like it’s his baby.
Ridiculous.
Sure, I love my Vette. But at the end of the day, it’s just a car. A really nice, shiny automobile that gets me from point A to point B. That’s all I need it to do.
“Let me guess…did Carina take off without you?” he asks, a smile tugging at his lips.
He’s probably thinking about the eyeful he caught in the corridor after the game.
I shoot him a glare and turn away without responding. His deep rasp of a chuckle chases after me.
