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Itwas probably easy to believe in magic when you were falling in love, though.
Justthen, thePenguinsscored on a breakaway, and bothJackand the woman said, “Oh, come on!” in perfect unison.Shelooked over atJack, gesturing at the screen. “Thatwassooffside.Unbelievable.”
“Right?Wherethe hell was the whistle?”
Sheshook her head. “Weshouldnotbe losing to thePenguins.They’reone of the worst teams in theMetropolitanDivision.”
Asmile spread across his face. “You’reaRangersfan, huh?”
Shenodded, eyes still on the screen. “Oh, yeah.Ilove hockey, and theRangershave been my team sinceIwas a kid.”
Jackswore he felt his heart thud somewhere down around his feet while a funeral hymn played at the death of his resolve.Hedidn’t know where the night was going, but he knew he was done pretending he wasn’t intrigued as hell by this woman.
Hecould talk to her, right?Talkingstill counted as being good.Talkingwasn’t sex.Andbesides, talking about hockey wasn’t sexual at all.Hockeytalk wasn’t flirting.Itwas fine.Thiswas fine.
Heheld out his hand. “Jack.”
Shetook it. “Rosalie.”Anotherwave of heat shot down his spine at how small and soft hers was.
Oh,God.Hewas so, so fucked.
Five
Rosaliegrinned into her drink, her eyes darting back and forth between theRangersgame and the gorgeous man on the stool beside her.Itturned out that hot cop—Jack—was even hotter up close.Hehad dark blond hair verging on light brown, and bright blue eyes with lines that fanned out around them when he smiled.Hewas tall and built, and moved with a kind of masculine confidence she found very, very appealing.Shewas used toWallStreettypes inArmanisuits showing off theirPhilipePatekwatches.Therewas a ruggedness toJackthat she found immensely attractive.Maybeit was the stubble coating his sharp jaw.Maybeit was the way he was wearing jeans and a navy blue sweater, simple and clean, but clearly not trying to show off.Maybeit was his big hands with thick fingers.Theywere roughened and strong, hands that knew work.
Whateverit was, it was working for her.Bigtime.
“Yes, go!” he said, eyes on theTVscreen.Sheraised her hands as theRangersforward skated through the defense towards the net.Heexecuted the most beautiful drop pass she’d ever seen, and the winger wristed it right into the net.
“Yes!” she screamed, slapping her fist against the shiny wood of the bar.Sheturned toJack, whose face was lit up, his smile transforming him from sexy to stunningly gorgeous.Helifted his large hand, and she smacked it in a high five.
“That’swhatI’mtalking about,” he said, and pointed at the bartender. “Youmight be shoveling after all.”
Thebartender smirked, and it was in that moment she noticed the resemblance between them.Thesame blue eyes, the same sharp jawline.
“Whois shoveling what?” she asked, sipping her drink.
“Ourmom’s driveway.See,Becketthere,” saidJack, jerking his thumb in the bartender’s direction, “is aPenguinsfan.So, we made a little bet.Losershovels tomorrow morning.”
“Soyou’re telling me that we have yet another reason for wanting thePenguinsto lose tonight?”
“Yes,” saidJack, sipping his beer and shootingBecketta look. “Wedo.”Beckettjust grinned and shook his head as he put a few glasses away.Jackturned to her, and she couldn’t seem to stop staring at his broad shoulders, his big hands, his thick thighs. “So,” he said, swiveling slightly on his stool. “Whatbrings you to our little town?”
“Work, actually.”
Hiseyebrows rose slightly, because he’d clearly had her pegged as a tourist. “Whatsort of work?”
“IdoPRand some business management forCarrieClark.”
Hiseyebrows rose even higher, his head tilting. “Seriously?I’dheard a rumor that she might be filming a music video here, but that was months ago.”
Rosalieshrugged. “Youcan’t believe everything you hear, but that one’s on the money.Icame out here to scout the location and make sure it would work.”
“And?”
Sheshrugged again. “Ithink it’s a great spot to shoot the video.Isent back footage and photographs, andImet with someone from the tourism office today, and she assured me that the town wantsCarrieto come film here.So, we’ll see.Ultimatelyit’s her call.”
“Mustbe wild working for someone so famous,” he said.
