Page 56 of Drop the Mitts

"I'll probably shower at the arena."

"Okay. That makes things easy."

She laid the neatly folded clothes she'd been wearing earlier on one half of her suitcase clamshell, then straightened and put her hands on her hips. "See? You can change privately."

She wore a tight tank top and yoga pants. Her bra strap was visible, and he barely caught himself from asking whether she would sleep in that or not. Grace's all-business expression flickered as she looked at André relaxing on the bed.

André smirked. "Did you just realize that it's eight thirty? And there's no way in hell you're going to sleep right now but that means it's just me and you in this room for the next four waking hours?"

Grace scoffed. "I don't go to bed past ten thirty."

"Perfect. I love watching you sleep."

Grace's eyes widened. “Not creepy at all.”

Andre laughed. "I'm kidding.”

“Not sure you are.” She walked toward the bed.

“I have to be at the rink at six thirty for practice."

"Did Sean choose that time?"

"He had to if we were going to be able to make it back for ten o’clock breakfast and shenanigans."

Grace nodded. They’d all received an itinerary from Jenna the day before. First, it was a buffet breakfast at the restaurant downstairs, then the water park, then lunch—some place he couldn't remember—followed by the seal show and aquarium.

Despite living in Alberta for a huge chunk of his adult life, André had never done any of those things. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been to a water park, and he'd be lying if he pretended that the first thought entering his head wasn't, “I'll go anywhere if I get to see Grace in a bathing suit.”

"Are you coming to all of that?" he asked, turning his attention to his phone.

"Of course, I am. Why else would I be here?"

"You're such a big hockey fan, I assumed?—"

"Don't be an ass."

He looked up and grinned, adjusting the pillows behind him. "Are you hungry?"

"We already had dinner."

"That's not what I asked."

Grace breathed in and held it a moment. "No."

"I saw that."

"You saw what?"

"You hesitated."

André leaned over and picked up the room service card from the nightstand.

"No. Don't—" Grace leaned across the bed and tried to snatch it from his hands, but he held it out of her reach. "I just had to think about it for a second."

"Yeah. I know what that means."

She gave up. "Right, because you know me so well."

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