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“You sure?”
That gentle smile appears once more. “Positive. Wanna go to our game on Friday night?” He looks at Emma.
She nods excitedly. I chuckle. “Sure. Thank you, Gavin. Emma, honey, we’re meeting grandma and grandpa for dinner at their house, so we’ll have to finish bedazzling your jersey later.”
She hops off the chair she’s standing on, then rounds the desk to hug Gavin’s leg. “Thanks for getting me my new jersey and helping me bedazzle it.”
He reaches his arm down to hug her, a warm smile on his face. “You’re welcome. I had fun hanging out with you today.”
“Me too.” She turns to me. “I have to pee.”
I chuckle. “Go ahead, honey.” She walks across Gavin’s office to the small attached bathroom and closes the door.
I dig cash out of my purse. “How much was her jersey?”
“You’re not paying me, Abby.”
I look at him. “Gavin, come on. You’ve done so much already. You treated me to the spa and watched her this morning and afternoon. You need to let me pay you back for her jersey at least.”
“No.” He pins me with a fiery gaze that makes me hot all over.
I swallow hard at his rough, low tone. It reminds me of how he talks to me in bed, so bossy and sexy.
I have to fight the urge to kiss him. We agreed no PDA in front of Emma. But if she wasn’t here, I’d climb him like a tree and have my way with him.
The sound of the toilet flushing and the sinkrunning pulls me back to the moment. Emma opens the bathroom door and walks over to me.
I clear my throat. “You ready, honey?”
“Yup. Bye, Gavin!”
He smiles at her and says, “Bye,” before smiling at me.
I flash what I’m certain is a cheesy, giddy smile. The whole rest of the day, I think about him.
Chapter 41
Gavin
Iglance across the ice behind the Bashers’ net. When I see Emma and Abby in their seats, watching the guys during warmup, I smile.
“You’re in a good mood tonight,” Jason says.
I turn to him. “Huh?”
Jason focuses on the team roster as he talks to me. “You’re smiling. You hardly ever smile during games.”
I clear my throat and frown, my gaze fixed on the ice. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“It wouldn’t have anything to do with the pretty blonde sitting behind our net, who you keep looking at, would it?” He finally looks up at me, grinning. “That’s Abby, right? She and her daughter came with you to friends and family skate.”
I huff out a breath and try not to look as annoyed as I feel. Jason busts my chops from time to time, but never about my personal life.
“Yeah.”
He chuckles at my curt response. “She’s living with you, right?”
I don’t miss the way his eyebrow quirks up. “How the hell did you know that?”
