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“Sorry, no.” My voice grows cold.
“Oh.”
Not wanting this convo to devolve any further, I point toward the door. “You should probably get moving before Gerry assists you with that.” Although, after his last comment, I wouldn’t necessarily mind watching him get run out of the bar.
His eyes fill with concern before he shoots a frown toward the back door. “That dude is a musclebound freak.”
“Actually, he’s really nice,” I snap. I’ve had just about enough of this guy. My mistake was correcting the rumor he heard. Maybe I’m safer if these asshats assume I’m with Wolf. A shiver scampers across my skin. Although, the last thing I want people to think is that I’m one of Wolf Westerville’s puck bunnies.
No thanks.
That thought pisses me off even more than this guy assuming he can fuck me and flee the scene of the crime.
What a jackass.
He needs to do everyone a favor and exit stage left.
Pronto.
Or I’ll run him out of the bar myself.
When my gaze snags Gerry’s, he arches a brow in silent inquiry before cracking his knuckles. His show of muscle is enough to dissolve my previous irritation.
“You need any help over there?” His deep voice reverberates across the space now that the music has been turned off.
Eyes widening, the guy who’d just propositioned me disappears without so much as another word.
A smile trembles around the corners of my lips as I shake my head. “Nope, it’s all good. Thanks.”
“No problem, sweetheart. All you gotta do is let me know when someone is bothering you.” There’s a pause before he adds, “The crowd was pretty tame tonight. Not one single fight broke out.”
“I’m sure you’ll get a chance to knock a few skulls together tomorrow,” I joke.
He cracks the muscles in his non-existent neck. “Hope so.”
As the crowd continues to thin, I search for Viola and Madden. They were here earlier with the rest of the hockey players. I’m hoping to catch a ride home with them instead of Wolf.
After our earlier convo, I don’t want to spend any more time with him.
My gaze slides around the room until it locks on the one person I was trying to avoid. He’s leaning against the bar as a couple of my coworkers, and Sully, yap his ear off. His thickly corded arms are crossed over his broad chest as his attention stays pinned to mine. He’s wearing a gray T-shirt that fits him to perfection. The way his biceps bulge is enough to have my mouth turning cottony.
One dark brow slinks upward as our gazes stay fastened. That’s all it takes for heat to reluctantly burst to life in my core. The guy has an effect on me even when I’d rather he not. I stand frozen in place, unable to break free from the spell he’s woven around me. It’s only when he crooks a finger in my direction that I snap out of the mental fog that has descended and swing away.
I take my time gathering up stray glasses. Once the tray is stacked full of dirty dishes, I grudgingly return. His gaze stays fastened to me the entire time. As much as I want to beeline to the other end of the bar, I can’t. It’s probably not a coincidence that Wolf has taken up residence near the trash where the glasses are being washed. It’s a constant battle to keep my attention focused on Victor, one of the bartenders, and not on the muscular goalie who invades all of my waking thoughts.
“Did you have a good night, Fallyn?” Victor grabs a few glasses and a pitcher.
“Yup,” I say with a nod. “It flew right by.”
“Always does on game nights. I’m giving Erin a ride home. Do you need one?”
Before I can respond, a deep voice cuts in, “I’ve got her covered. Thanks for looking out for my girl.”
Grrrr.
Victor flashes a smile before holding up both hands in a gesture of surrender. “Sorry, man. I wasn’t trying to step on any toes. Just wanted to make sure she got home safely.”
My brows slam together as I glance at Wolf.
