Page 21 of Not the Puck Bunny

“Great. I'll line up a couple of replays and you can talk me through it.” Her tongue swiped over her plump lower lip.

I managed to tear my eyes away from her mouth and tuck the paper into the back pocket of my jeans. “I'll bring dinner.”

And no pajamas,I silently added. Not just because I slept naked, but because this was one thousand percent not a date. I'd explain a few things, thenleave. I wouldn't even take a moment to look back. No way.

Now, if I could just convince the rest of myself of that.

Chapter Nine

Andi

“You invitedCam North to your place?” Pia practically shrieked down the line, right into my ear.

“It's not a big deal,” I told her.

“Suuure,” she said with a laugh. “You called me to tell me it's no big deal?”

“It really isn't,” I insisted. She was right though, I did call her. She'd headed back to Highball Creek that morning. I missed her already, in spite of her apparent attempt to permanently damage my hearing. I knew she'd read more into this, just like Rafe had. He'd tried to give me advice on what to wear and what to say.

I reminded him several times it wasn't a date. He gave me a disbelieving look, but left it at that. Fornow. No doubt he'd want a blow by blow description of everything that happened tonight.

Which would definitely not involve blowing.

“It's so he can teach me about hockey.” I held up a sage green sweater in front of myself. After a brief, critical squint in the mirror, I shook my head and folded it carefully to place back on the shelf.

I rejected an emerald green sweater and a sapphire blue blouse before deciding on a long sleeved white blouse and jeans. The casual outfit was perfectly adequate for this non-date.

I shrugged into the perfectly pressed blouse and adjusted the phone against my ear while I did up the buttons.

“What's to learn?” she asked. “If they hit the puck just right, it slides effortlessly across the smooth, smooth ice and right into the warm embrace of the goal.”

“Can you not make hockey sound like sex?” I grimaced.

“It's not my fault a game that's played with big, long sticks is provocative,” she said with a laugh. “It's not my fault you interpreted it that way either. Maybe your subconscious is reminding you how long it's been since you got laid. Otherwise, you would have heard something perfectly innocent.”

“Bullshit,” I replied. “There's nothing innocent about you or most of the stuff that comes out of your mouth. You're the one who horrifies our parents as often as you can, just for a giggle.”

“Not true,” she argued. “I say stuff and they take it the wrong way. Can I help it if they have dirty minds? That must be where you get it from.”

I snorted. “If you're as innocent as you say you are, then I'm a yeti.”

Pia laughed. “That would explain a lot. Especially your crazy hair and huge feet.”

“I do not have huge feet!” I protested. I glanced down at them, just in case. Nope, perfectly normal, size seven feet.

Great, now I was remembering the conversation with Cam about pajamas with no feet. And the way I'd pictured him, with no pajamas, lying in the middle of my bed, cock jutting up invitingly. His brown eyes watching me move toward him, crawling across the mattress, my breasts heavy, body aching with need.

“Says you,” Pia teased. “This is exactly how people get nicknames, Bigfoot.”

“Shut up,” I said while laughing, and trying desperately to get the visual image of the big forward out of my mind.

You'rehisboss, I reminded myself for the seventy billionth time. We made it clear this was not a date.

I was physically attracted to him, but he'd done nothing to suggest he liked me.

Why was he coming here then? He'd said the team thought he should be the one to explain the game to me. That was all it was. He was taking one for the team. Spending an hour or two of his time with the boss, so the Sea Dragons didn't look bad when anyone mentioned the game to me.

The team had a good point. Right now, my response to questions about hockey would be a blank look. Sure, I could spout out stats, and I could give anyone a decent rundown of the Sea Dragons' finances, but I couldn't tell if they played well or badly on any given night.

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