Page 92 of Playing the Pucking Game
“Oh, um…I’m busy.”
“Busy? Doing what?”
“I’m going out,” she says, continuing to skirt around the truth.
“Out where?”
“A restaurant.”
“Any one in particular?”
“I’m not sure. Jeez, what’s with the twenty questions?”
“Stop being evasive, and I’ll stop asking.”
“Fine, I’ve got a date. He hasn’t sent me the location yet.”
Fire erupts within me.
A date?
I know she’s been dabbling with online dating, but I haven’t heard about her meeting anyone in a while, so I assumed that…
Fuck.
“You need the location. That’ll help you decide if he’s worth your time,” Marilyn says.
“Who’s the guy?”
“Storm,” she warns.
“Donnelly,” I counter.
“It’s none of your business.”
“No, yeah. You’re right, it’s not. I guess I’m just being selfish because we want your whole attention on us right now.”
Marilyn twists around and stares at me with a knowing smirk on his lips.
“I appreciate the concern, but no man is going to distract me from doing my job.”
I blink at her as my brain runs away with me.
She didn’t mean that as a challenge, but damn, I really want to make it into one.
What would it take for her to break? And could I be the one to do it?
“Good to hear. Good luck with her, Monroe. Her fingers are extra probing today.”
“I can handle her,” he says confidently.
Trust me, kid. I really don’t think you can.
“I’ll see you later then.”
Parker stops typing again and glares at me.
“Tomorrow. For your appointment,” she forces out, letting me know exactly how she feels about anyone knowing we live together.
