Page 30 of SlapShot Sweetheart

“Yes.”

“I’ll be back,” he said softly, backing away and letting her hand drop. “I stink,” he chuckled nervously, and she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her.

“I know,” she breathed as they shared a smile. “Go – and I’ll wait.”

“Merci beaucoup, mon âme sœur.”

“In English?” she called out behind him only to see his head pop back around the doorframe in a playful manner.

“You wouldn’t like iten anglais.”

“Then don’t say it.”

“‘Ow can I not? Eh?”

“Would you just go?” Aimee smiled as Theo winked at her – and then disappeared. As she turned back to Becca, the woman was staring at her in disbelief. Her eyes were huge in her face, almost matching the smile that was spreading across her in a sublime and satisfied manner putting Aimee on edge. “What?”

“You love him, don’t you?”

“What? No! Not at all. He’s just a friend. Why would you even think that?”

“You two have a spark.”

“Are you drunk?” Aimee asked callously and instead of Becca being insulted – she just laughed.

“Nope – but there was something definitely there between the two of you that’s easy to see.”

“There’s nothing there.”

“If you say so…”

“I do – and there’s not,” Aimee said firmly and saw the woman roll her eyes as she picked up a little triangle finger sandwich, taking a bite. “There’s nothing there,” she repeated once more, almost like she was trying to convince herself of that fact.

… And was failing.

CHAPTER 9

THEO

Theo was rushingthrough his shower, ignoring the conversation around him. They were talking about the plays of the game, their plans for the evening, and even commenting on what they had going on in their lives.

“We’re going out to the farm this next weekend…”

“Doesn’t it smell like cow poop out there? How can you stand it?”

“I don’t go around sniffing it… sheesh.”

“Don’t you miss the city life?”

“Not at all.”

“It must be a sickness…”

“Why?”

“Weren’t you paying attention – ol’ Coeur bought himself a big ol’ place outside of the city on ten acres.”

“Oh really?”

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