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“Ever been to a hockey game, Wrenlee?” I sent her an amused glance, watching the pink stain as it rose in her cheeks.
Mission achieved.
Though now I was hard as hell and wanted nothing more than to make her pull over and kiss her senseless. I suspected it would take a little more than just a pretty face and some snappy repartee to break down her defences.
“Do I look like I go to hockey games?” she shot back, waving a hand over those damn black pants.
“Why yes, especially in that nice Rippton Hails sweatshirt.” I smirked.
She flushed a deeper red. “My roommate made it, remember?”
“Yes, but you’re the one wearing it.” I studied her for a moment longer, loving the stain in her cheeks. But I wanted more. Always more. “Have you dated a hockey player?” A single shake of her head, her white blonde hair the perfect concealment for her to hide behind. “Mmm, something. Not football. You don’t strike me as that type...Basketball. Am I right?” I pressed my back to the passenger door, turning to face her.
Wrenlee shook her head, her hair trembling, and for a long moment, I thought I’d made her cry.
I straightened in alarm. Tears hadn’t been my objective at all.
When she flicked her hair back from her face, tears did run down her face, but they were paired with laughter. “Oh, my God. You are so damn full of yourself.”
“Am I right?” I insisted, unsure why I decided to push the envelope with her quite so much.
We pulled through the small college based town. Wrenlee drove in silence until we pulled into campus. “Yes. You’re right.” she said, her voice muffled.
“Thought so.” I couldn’t help it. Those two words came out smug and smarmy.
Wrenlee pulled up in front of the stadium. “Thanks for the conversation,” she said dryly. A small smile still played on her lips as she stopped the car and left the engine running.
I stared at the glassed doors, the people milling around the entrance. The game hadn’t started yet, but it was a close thing. She’d gotten me here on time and I stalled for no comprehensible reason.
“You’re welcome,” I said absently.
“Okay, so this is the part where you get out of the car and go jock it up.” She wiggled her shoulders, and despite the oversized sweatshirt that swamped her, everything else jiggled too.
“Come watch the game.” The words slipped out of my mouth, but I didn't feel the need to retract them. “Please. Let me say thank you to the girl who rescued me on time.”
You’ve given me a small insight into your life and shown me who you are. Let me do the same.
I couldn’t say that, either. But some part of me thought she wouldn’t laugh at me if I had.
“A hockey game?” Wrenlee blinked, disconcerted. “I’ve never been to one. And I don’t have tickets.”
“I can fix that.” I directed her around the back of the building, where the players parked. My spot was empty, next to Coach’s.
“Are you sure about this, Nap—” she stopped with a small giggle. “I can’t keep using your name. It’s too damn long and all I see is a little, pompous man in a big hat. You’re... well.” She eyed me, her gaze sparkling. “You’re only half of that.”
“I’ve got my big hat in the locker room. Out on the ice, they call me Crush. If Napoleon or Lancaster are too long, try that. Or...Leon.” It felt weird, saying my mother’s fond nickname to a girl I just met, but in that moment, I didn’t have anything else to offer her. I hesitated, wondering if she would banter it out with me, but she said nothing. “And I’m gonna get my ass kicked if I don’t get in there right now. Come on. I’ll get you a seat.” Wrenlee turned off the car and clutched her keys. “Wrenlee?”
“This is weird,” she murmured, her hair covering her face for a moment.
I inhaled as I got out of the car and made my way around to her side. She sat in a daze, staring at her hands. I unclipped her seat belt, drawing her out of the car, my arm casually draped around her waist as if I did this sort of thing every day.
You do, but not with someone like her.
And what made Wrenlee so different? I had a girl a week with blonde hair and a tight body if I wanted, and when I’d first started playing for Rippton, I had, for a very short period. Then the glamour wore off, and I concentrated on my game. Wrenlee was different from those girls. Some part of me wanted to show her that I wasn’t the stereotype she pinned me as, too. But having her so close worked its own sort of hellish effect on my body.
I pulled her a tiny bit closer, so her hip grazed the top of my thighs. She stared up at me with those ice blue eyes, her hair falling away from her face, her soft lips parted slightly.
Perfect.
