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I grimace. “I don’t know. We’ll see.”
I can’t exactly afford to keep flying back and forth. Especially without the fancy, mostly fake job that Jacob got me. We return to Jacob’s high-rise. The driver picks us up one block over from the arena, somehow magically avoiding all of the gridlocked traffic.
We make it there in record time.
“Do you want to come up?”
Lucy smiles. “Thanks for the offer, but I think we’re going to head back. We’ve got an early flight tomorrow.”
I cover her hand with mine. “Thank you for filling in some gaps.”
“Any questions, please, don’t hesitate to ask.”
In the elevator, I check my phone.
Jacob
Are you waiting for me?
Oops.
I’m in the elevator at your building
Jacob
At least wait up for me?
Six innocuous words.
But from him, they sound…more.
I shiver and chew on my lower lip.
Guess you’ll find out…
In the condo, though, I get a burst of courage. I slick on the red lipstick. I shed my pants and bra, dropping them on the other side of my bed. It leaves me in just his jersey, which barely covers my ass.
Why?
Because seeing him play hockey and not break out into a fight was oddly erotic. And ifI’mriding on a high, I don’t even know how he’s feeling.
I sit on the couch—but that lasts all of three minutes.
I check my phone.
Nothing.
My feet are bare on the cold floor, and goosebumps rise on the backs of my arms. I stand in front of the window, my attention flicking between my reflection and the view. I adjust my glasses, then tap my phone again.
I drift to my bedroom and perch on the end of the bed, extending my legs and crossing them at the ankles. My breath comes out long and slow. But there’s too much tension now, and I’m gettingnervous. Second-guessing myself.
What did I expect? For him to run home?
He probably went out for a drink or something. To celebrate another win with his teammates.
I go to his bedroom and sit on the edge ofhisbed. Straight ahead is a painting, framed in the center of the huge wall. It’s kind of mesmerizing. There’s a row of mini lights over it, designed to illuminate—and perhaps showcase—the art. I flick the light on and take my seat again, running my fingers through my hair.
Blue bird. Unusual color.
