Page 31 of Slap Shot Scandal
Gia’s phone trills and she holds up a finger. “Sorry, I have to get this. Take your time and I’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes.”
She’s already walking away, chatting into her cell. A few seconds later, the door closes behind her and Harbor and I are alone in the condo.
“Well, she’s awfully friendly.” Harbor’s voice drips with sarcasm and my lips tip up slightly.
“Yeah, she was. Super nice.” I add the last bit just to fuck with her.
It works.
“Uh-huh. Surprised she didn’t ask what you’re doing later tonight.”
“Who said she didn’t?” I fire back, tipping my head and smirking.
Harbor rolls her eyes and changes the subject, waving her hand at the view.
“Think this will meet the team’s expectations?”
The ocean’s dark, the bright sun hidden behind fast-moving storm clouds. A deep rumble of thunder vibrates the windows.
“It’ll work. Most of the guys will be fine here.”
“But not you? You’re renting a house with your brothers?” Harbor bites at the edge of her lip, and I try not to stare.
“Correct. I want more privacy than a condo offers.”
“The captain needs his privacy,” she teases, a playful glint in her hazel eyes.
“Yeah. I have my routines.”
“Wouldn’t want us peasants messing up your ‘routines.’” She air quotes the word, and a spark flickers low in my gut.
I want to fuck the sass right out of that mouth.
No. Uh-uh. Bad fucking idea.
Still, I take a step forward, edging closer to her. “My routines keep me focused.”
“On what?” Her voice drops slightly, those hazel eyes widening as she realizes how close we’re standing.
“On winning.” I hold her gaze for a long beat, longer than necessary, her pulse fluttering in the graceful column of her neck. “On not getting distracted.”
She swallows hard, taking a deliberate step back. “Well, consider me warned about disrupting your precious focus.”
“You’re already disrupting it.” I rake a hand through my hair, tearing my gaze from her mouth and breaking the tension. “You need to see anything else? Measure the closets or something?”
“No, I do not.”
Without another word, she spins on her heel and stalks away. I follow her to the elevator.
She smashes the button and the gold circle lights up. Another rumble of thunder shakes the building.
“We may be taking the rest of the tour in the rain.”
“Gia probably has an umbrella for you.” Harbor glances over at me, arms folded across her chest.
“Hope so. Because I didn’t bring one.”
Ding.
