Page 7 of Comeback
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When the sun started to hang lower in the sky, I turned for home. I skated past Oslo, a food truck with an outdoor eating area, that I sometimes ate at. I might have stopped if the line wasn’t so long. But as I rolled past, the girl standing at the very end of the line caught my eye.
I slowed, my head turning to appreciate the sight. Silky waves of blonde hair touched the small of her back. She was wrapped in a stylish flannel poncho that covered her top. Her cracked and well-worn leather work boots told me she wasn’t some dainty little princess—she could kick a little ass if she needed to.
I was already parched from my skate, but those long legs made the knot in my throat ratchet even tighter. I couldfeelthose legs wrapped around my back and hearher breathless moans in my ear …
Maybe I am a little hungry,I thought as I rolled to the end of the line.
I loved the sight of her from behind. She was squeezed into a tight pair of navy jeans, and I couldn’twaitto peel those pants off her firm, teardrop ass. I wondered what kind of panties she wore—and I was determined to find out.
I need her.
Picking up hot girls in Bayfield was easy enough—they were almost always from out of town. And since there wasn’t much of a night scene, they were always looking for something to do. But before I could make a move to get blondie’s attention, I realized she wasn’t alone.
She stood with a little girl, maybe three or four years old, with the same exact blonde hair. The little one was obviously her daughter. Mom held her hand, and the little girl seemed to hide between her mom’s legs. I guess that’s why I hadn’t noticed her.
My interest evaporated.
I don’t need to eat, anyway,I thought.
But before I could push off, the little girl noticed me. She turned around and pointed right at me.
“Mommy, look! A hockey player!”
I looked down and gave the kid a smile. She was a cutie pie—big green eyes, wild locks of that curly blonde hair, and an angelic face. She beamed at me in that way that only a kid could—genuinely carefree. So, hell, I gave her a little wave. But the little one got scared and cowered, clinging to her mom’s legs again.
Mom turned around, and our eyes met.
Wow.
It was easy to see where such a cute kid got her looks—Mom had the same wavy locks of blonde hair and deep, jade green eyes with flecks of red around the iris. I could see the lovely swell of the tops of her breasts beneath her poncho.
She’s gorgeous,I thought. She’d sucked the breath right out of my lungs.What a hot mom.
She gave me a small smile before she turned her attention to her daughter.
“That’s right, sweetheart! Can you say hi to the nice hockey player?”
I knelt down on one knee, took off my hockey glove, and extended my hand to the little one for a shake. “Hi, I’m Jack. What’s your name?”
The young girl looked at my hand, shook her head, and took refuge between her mom’s legs.
“Don’t wanna tell me? That’s okay.” I stood with a chuckle and turned my focus to the girl’s mom.
“I’m sorry,” mom said to me with an uneasy smile. That was when I noticed something wasn’t right—there was a worry in her eyes. She turned her attention to her daughter again. “We’re in a shy phase, aren’t we, sweetheart?”
I could relate to that.
“I’m shy, too,” I told the girl. I knelt one more time. I put my hand out again, but this time I held it palm up. “How about a low five?”
The girl looked anxious even as she smiled, but she summoned the courage to suddenly reach out and swat at my palm. Her tiny hand hit mine with asmack!
“Yeah, there we go,” I said.
Mom stroked her daughter’s hair. “Wow, Mackenzie! Great job!” She seemed genuinely surprised. I wasn’t sure why a little low five would make her so happy, but I was glad to see it. The worries she’d harbored a second ago had left her. She glowed now. She was stunning.
“How old are you, Mackenzie?” I asked.
