Page 64 of You Had Me at Hockey

“I think that would be fantastic. How are you feeling after your meeting with Harper yesterday?”

“Better.” I nod, picking up a French fry. “I need to be myself. You were right. We’re going to talk again next week.”

“Good.”

“So my friend Kaylee is coming this weekend.”

“Right. You can pick up the tickets for the game at will call at the arena.”

“Thank you for doing that.” I beam him a grateful smile. “We’re going to see a Broadway play Friday night. On Saturday, do you think we could go out somewhere after the game?”

“Sure. I’ll see if any of the guys are going out and we can join them.”

“That would be so cool!” Kaylee would go crazy to hang out with a bunch of hockey players. “But she has a boyfriend. Just so your teammates know.”

His lips twitch. “Okay. I’ll make that clear.”

I look around. “Do you need help packing?”

“No. I’m pretty much done.”

“Your room is so neat and tidy.”

“It’s a hotel. Maids come every day.”

“Yeah, but they don’t do everything. You’re a neat freak, aren’t you?”

“Neat freak. Phhht. I just like things organized.”

“Mmmhmm.” If I’d been living in this hotel room for nearly a month, it would be a disaster.

“I have a key for the apartment for you. For tomorrow.”

“Oh, perfect.”

He takes a mouthful of his burger, chews, and swallows, then says, “I wrote a poem for you.”

My eyes bulge. “What? What is it?”

His lips twitch. “Roses are red, violets are blue—”

I choke back a laugh.

“All my dirty thoughts involve me and you.”

I fall back in my chair giggling. “Oh my God! I love that!”

He grins. “Thanks. I’m really getting into poetry.”

Now I snort. “Uh-huh. You want to go to another reading?”

“Fuck no.”

I’m still laughing helplessly. This guy. I can’t believe I thought he had as much sense of humor as a turnip when I first met him.

After we eat, we tidy up the dishes and Josh pushes the cart out into the hall. When he comes back in, I’m stretched out on the king-size bed.

He smirks. “Tired?”

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