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But when I swung around, all the anger immediately fled my body. Replaced by white hot…lust.
It was him.
The L.A. Goalie.
Walker Davis.
He was staring at me, an amused smirk on his full, perfect lips.
I felt dizzy. Confused. Caught…
A weird feeling, but there was something almost predatory about him. Not in a gross way. But in a way that told me this was the way man had meant to be created. Like all the DNA in the world had come together in its most perfect form…and come up with him.
I’d thought his eyes were just blue, but this close to him, I could see a kaleidoscope of colors. The blue was interwoven with subtle hints of emerald green and flecks of steel gray, and I was beginning to think that magical powers were real because he seemed to have ensnared me with his gaze.
His brown waves actually had sun-kissed highlights adding depth to the strands. Even in the harsh lighting of the arena, his locks seemed to shimmer. Like he was some kind of mystical god or something.
“Wow,” he murmured, and I ached, because maybe a part of me had just fallen in love with the sound of his voice.
It was like honey, warm and smooth as it slid across my skin.
Wow indeed.
I’d never written a song about a real man. But Walker Davis may have changed my mind.
“Ahem,” Maddie inserted, clearing her throat in an over the top way and bringing me crashing back to reality.
A reality where I was standing way too close to this stranger. And the reality that his arms were still around me.
I shivered, but not from the cold of the ice. I shivered from the need pulsing through my body. Need I hadn’t experienced since…
The old memory creeped in and like a bucket of ice water, everything was gone. And I was the numb void I’d been for years once again.
“Excuse me,” I murmured, attempting to extricate myself from his embrace. Even though a part of me wanted to snuggle into him.
“Sorry, you were—ah—about to be knocked over, and I guess I got a little carried away trying to save you,” he said with a grin. His voice was a low, husky rumble, like his words were just for me. Like this was an intimate moment he was trying to make our own.
I’d always had a wild imagination. It’s what had made me so good at writing songs. But the scenarios my brain was coming up with at the moment were on a whole other level.
“I’ll see you later,” Maddie mouthed just beyond him, pointing to the exit. “You stay here with the hottie.”
Or at least I think that’s what she’d just said.
The crowd was starting to dissipate…at least a little. And glancing around, the ratio of players to fans was improving. But a lot of the ones left were yelling Walker’s name…asking for autographs. I didn’t want them to notice me.
Which meant I needed to leave.
Besides large crowds…and small crowds…I also didn’t do celebrities.
And staring at Walker Davis’s beautiful face, the face that hadn’t strayed from mine since the moment I’d turned around…I was definitely looking at a celebrity.
“I’m Walker,” he offered, his voice low and still way too sexy…
I opened my mouth automatically, a part of me prepared to give this stranger whatever he wanted…his voice and face and everything way too convincing…
And then I slammed it shut. An idea forming…
This god of a man was clearly attracted to me.
