Page 109 of Pucking Matt
“Is that why you play hockey? I was surprised to see you throw down like that. I mean…you kicked his ass.”
I glance over at her with a knowing expression. Of course, that’s why I play hockey. That and other things. “Did I look good doing it?”
“Yeah, kind of hot,” she presses her lips together. “No, but it was also kind of liberating. It made me feel better for what I did to you back in the day.”
I shake my head and ask, “So, did you enjoy the game?”
She shrugs. “I’m pretty sure the Honey Badgers won.”
I laugh. “Yeah, we won. Did you see my score?”
“Oh. That was you?”
“Come on, Hughes. Of course, it was me.”
She rolls her eyes at my arrogance, but I smirk. I don’t think I would mind being with someone who knows nothing about hockey. But it was one of the reasons I was attracted to Maddie. She knew pretty much everything there is to know, but I don’t care about that with Amber. It doesn’t matter.
“Do you want me to explain it to you?” I ask sarcastically.
Her brows furrow. “Not really–”
“I hold a thing called a hockey stick, and I use that to slide the puck into the net. The puck is that black thing we’re passing around.”
“Okay,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes.
I look over my shoulder at the traffic while I merge. Finally on a straight road to our destination. I say, “I’m just kidding. It’s cool you know nothing about hockey.”
She smiles widely while shaking her head. “You hate it.”
I smile. “No, I don’t, but I think my girlfriend should at least know what position I play.”
“What position is that, Matt?”
“Center, but when Grey plays that position because we play the same position, I play left wing.”
She opens her mouth to say something and then doesn’t.
“You have no idea what that means,” I state by the look on her face.
She shrugs, but she’s so beautiful with that unknowing face that I don’t care.
She finally says, “And please don’t call me your girlfriend.”
I glance over at her and give her the face ofI can call you whatever I want. “You’re my girl for the weekend.”
“I’m serious,” I say, leaving my hand on the center counsel to make her nervous. “It starts now. I know a diner that’s about fifteen minutes away. Are you hungry?”
She nods. “Yeah. I could go for a bite.”
“My treat,” I say.
As I look over at her, she’s scowling at me.
Chapter 27
If I tallied up Matt’s acts of kindness versus his moments of jerkdom, kindness might actually be pulling ahead. And that’s saying something.
I don’t take his comment of‘I’m his girlfriend for the weekend’seriously because why would I?
