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Chapter Three
Laney
"It's time!" Addison shouts,grabbing my arm as Weston Davies, a petite blonde in a killer suit, and Coach Nixon MacAthie step out onto the red line from the Predators' box. A ref with a microphone skates toward them as every woman in the crowd goes crazy.
"I hope he trips," I mutter, scowling at Weston. I do not share Addison's excitement over this contest. I never believed the rumors about Weston being rude. When I heard them, I brushed them off, thinking maybe he was just having a bad day or didn't much care for people. He's always been a little abrupt and uncomfortable in interviews, but I brushed that off too. Not everyone appreciates having a microphone or camera shoved in their faces.
Clearly, I was wrong and let my dad's opinion sway my own.
All that hotness is wasted on Weston. He may be one of the best enforcers and power forwards in the NHL, but he's rude and arrogant. And I still can't keep my eyes off him even though I kind of want to trip him myself.
"He's never signing my boobs," I mutter under my breath, watching as the ref says something to Weston. He doesn't seem to be paying any attention. He's scanning the crowd as if looking for someone. I sink down in my seat just in case he's looking for me.
Surely he isn't…is he?
Why do I want him to be looking for me?
"Ladies and gentlemen," the petite blonde says, holding up an envelope, "in this envelope is the name of the lucky lady who will be spending Valentine's Day with Weston Davies tomorrow!"
The female half of the crowd cheers. So do a few of the men.
"With your help," the blonde continues once they settle down again, "we've raised over half a million dollars for St. Jude Children's Research Hospital tonight."
Weston leans in and whispers something to her.
She glances at him, clearly surprised. "Make that a million, as Weston has just generously agreed to match your donations, dollar for dollar."
The crowd sends up a cheer. I find myself thawing toward him a tiny bit. Half a million dollars is a drop in the bucket compared to what he makes every year, but it's still a nice gesture. Caring for an adult with cancer is outrageously expensive. I don't imagine it's any cheaper to care for a child, and St. Jude doesn't charge their patients.
Weston ignores the cheers from the crowd, his gaze still scanning from section to section.
I sink down lower in my seat as he focuses on my section.
His gaze scans across me before moving on.
Just when I let out a relieved exhale, his gaze quickly bounces back, settling on me.
Crap.
He grins at me.
I scowl.
His grin widens.
Ugh. Why is he so freaking gorgeous? His jawline is razor sharp and those full lips are a lethal weapon. I think I've thought about biting the bottom one at least every five minutes for the last hour. Clearly, I have something wrong with me because he's rude and completely inappropriate.
Who suggests signing someone's boobs?!
Jerks, that's who.
Weston Davies is a sexy, talented, far-too-hot jerk.
And I'm ungodly attracted to him anyway.
"Oh my god!" Addison screams.
The entire crowd starts cheering.
