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"I'm taking you out." He smiles at me again, those pretty gray eyes doing a number on my willpower. "On Valentine's Day."
"My dad wouldn't expect you to follow through," I say, though I'm pretty sure that's a lie. My dad was big on keeping his word. He taught me the same thing. I know he taught his players too.
"I'm not taking you out because of your father."
"Then why?" I ask, exasperated.
He cocks a brow, hitting me with a smirk that sets my panties on fire. "Why wouldn't I want to go out with you?" His hot gaze rakes down my body. "Look at you."
"I…"
"You're gorgeous and you don't take any shit," he says before I can find words. "Plus, you're cute as hell when you get mad."
"I think you have a concussion," I say. "They can cause dementia and brain damage. You should get checked out. You did take a puck to the head."
"I don't have a concussion."
"You do."
"My dick was hard for you before I took a puck to the head, Laney." He shifts his gaze toward Addison and grimaces. "No offense."
"None taken," she says, fighting laughter.
"What is with you and sex parts?!" I throw my hands up…completely forgetting the bouquet in them. The cellophane rustles as loose petals and leaves rain down on me. I sigh heavily, tipping my head back to stare at the ceiling. "There are like seven and a half billion other people on this planet, God. Why can't one of them take a turn being your personal source of amusement?"
Addison cracks up.
Weston chuckles and then I hear his skates on the cement. Half a second later, he's in front of me, the heat coming from his body searing me. He reaches out and plucks the rose petals from my hair before tucking a strand behind my ear.
I reluctantly tilt my head forward to look at him.
Our eyes connect and my stomach turns a somersault. He's so damn beautiful. Jesus. And he's looking at me all soft and sweet, almost like he can't believe I'm real. I think…I think he actually does want to go out with me, and not because of my dad or because he wants to see my boobs.
"We're happening, Laney," he says, his voice soft. "You might as well get used to the idea now."
I huff, but don't disagree. It's not like he would listen even if I did. He's awful bossy, which is way hotter than it should be. I kind of like that he's bossy and growly and a little abrupt though. It makes him seem…less celebrity hockey player and more human.
"Phone," he says.
"What?"
"Let me see your phone."
I pull it out of my pocket and hand it over to him.
"You have to unlock it, angel," he murmurs.
Oh. Right.
I quickly unlock it and then hand it back.
He looks at my background—a picture of me and my dad—and then at me again. "I hate that you lost your dad so young," he murmurs. "He was a hell of a coach."
"Yeah, he was," I whisper, my heart pulsing again. I miss him so much. After he and my mom divorced, she went to London. I stayed with my dad. He was my best friend.
Weston plays with my phone for a second and then hands it back to me. "Now I have your number," he says, smiling again. "I need to go, but I'll call you later to sort the details for our date tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow," I say. "You can call me tomorrow."
