Page 107 of Lucky Shot
I chuckle, the atmosphere turning light again. “Happy to help, Red.”
I find a towel to clean us up and once we’re dressed again, she settles back in my lap.
“It’s beautiful here.” She glances out at the water.
“It is,” I confirm.
“Will you stay here after hockey is over?”
“Yeah, I think so. What about you?”
“I thought about moving away from Lake City since I can work anywhere, but I really love being near my family. When I’m home, I see my sister and niece almost daily, and my parents and grandparents at least once a week.”
“I get that. Family is important.” It’s why I wanted to be here. Aidan should have all his family in one spot so he can grow up with a lot of important influences in his life. And Ruby should have that too.
“Thank you for what you did today,” she says, fingers curling in the hair at the nape of my neck. “Tossing Matt’s book in the lake.”
The reminder has me wishing I could go get it and do it all over again. Maybe set it on fire. “It was my pleasure.”
“And for letting me hang with your friends and intrude on your life. For everything, I guess.”
“You don’t need to thank me for any of it. I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me too.”
I wake up, as I usually do, a few hours after passing out. My arm searches for Ruby next to me, but the bed is empty. I open my eyes and find her sitting at the end of the mattress, legs crossed, with her laptop open.
“What are you doing?” I ask, voice rough with sleep.
She looks up and back at me, grinning. She fell asleep in my T-shirt. The material bunches around her hips. “Sorry. Did I wake you?”
“No, I don’t think so.” I glance at the screen of her laptop, recognizing the document as her book. “Are you working?”
“I had an idea, and I didn’t want to forget it,” she says with a sheepish grin, then goes back to typing. “It will just take me a minute. Promise.”
“It’s fine. Take your time.” I sit up and look over her shoulder. Her fingers fly over the keyboard. She looks sexy in my shirt, red hair falling over her shoulders, working on her book. It’s an image I’ve grown accustomed to, her hunched over her laptop.
My gaze falls to the words appearing on the screen. It takes my brain a second to follow along as I read, but when I do, I smile.
“You’re writing a sex scene.”
“Oh my god!” Both her hands shoot up to cover the screen. “You can’t read it yet.”
I look away to her startled face.
“Why not?”
“It isn’t done.”
“I know. He was still thrusting.”
Her mouth drops open, and her expression turns shy.
“How can you possibly be embarrassed after the things we’ve done together?”
“That was different.” Her hands drop but she still looks hesitant. She bites the corner of her lip. “Okay, if I let you read it, can you pretend it isn’t rough and filled with typos?”
“I doubt very much that I will find any typos. I think I stopped retaining grammar and writing rules in elementary school.”
