Page 97 of Lucky Shot
“I meant as a work project only.” She drapes her arms around my shoulder. “You already know he isn’t my type.”
My jaw tightens as I hold her to me. Being jealous and protective isn’t my usual mode, but the thought of her hooking up with anyone else makes me want to set the world on fire.
A puck hits the goal post, the distinct clang echoing around us. I loosen my grip, and we break apart.
“I should check the time. I have a call with Molly at ten.”
“There are some empty conference rooms down the hall to the right, just past the locker room.”
“Thanks.”
“That’s it, huh? You have everything you need to make edits and finish the book?” I ask.
“I think so. All that’s left are rewrites.”
“You’re going to kill it.”
“I hope so.” She bites the corner of her lip and her expression shifts to one of worry.
I know how much it means to her and how hard she’s worked. I wish I could fill her with my confidence. There’s no doubt in my mind.
“You will.”
“Thanks for the hockey lessons.”
“Any time, Red.” She lingers, stealing a glance down the ice at Aidan.
I don’t look to see if he’s watching before tugging her back to me and kissing her the way I’ve wanted to all morning.
When I pull back, I’m already thinking about when I’ll see her again.
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Not sick of me yet?”
I don’t answer aloud, but fuck no. Not even close.
“Writing, most likely.”
“On a Saturday?” I ask like I’m not usually at the rink every single day, even most holidays.
“I have to finish this book. There is no time for weekends.”
“Well, if you need a break, the guys and I are going out on the lake tomorrow.”
Her eyes light up and I know I have her. She’s mentioned, a few times, that she’s wanted to swim when the lake warmed up. I should have taken her sooner.
“It might be a nice chance to take a break and rest before you dive into edits.”
“What time?”
“Be at the dock at nine.”
“We’ll see,” she says, but I’m not even sweating if she’ll show up.
She skates off the ice and steps carefully onto the rubber mat. She shoots me one more smile over her shoulder before she treks off with her backpack over her shoulder.
Once she’s out of sight, I pull out my phone from my pocket.
