Page 45 of Arresting the Hockey Player
The girl has sexy black boots with a heel that gives her a couple of extra inches. They’re the same sexy pumps she wore on our date. She's taller than usual, and I dare admit that I like the added height. I pull her toward me. My arms instantly wrap around her waist.
"Want to get out of here?" I whisper into her ear.
"Blue Line?" she asks, licking her lips.
It's where the Ice Dragons always go after a win to celebrate. We have our own VIP section with a table in the back reserved for us, even on nights when we don't win and want to drown our sorrows.
"Yes, the guys will meet us there," I say.
I want to take her back to my place and ravage her, but my conscience keeps reminding me that I have too much going on in my personal life to complicate hers.
We agreed on keeping things casual and fun. No commitments. She's well aware that I put hockey first. Pretty soon, I'll be putting my son, Zayn, first.
I don't think Charlotte or any other girl will be keen on being number three.
And Jasper is right. I have to tell Charlotte about my son, the lawyers, and the investigator. It's just a lot to process, and we're still quite new at whatever this thing is between us.
One hot night, and we've been building a friendship since. Turns out, I do things ass-backward with Charlotte.
"I'm going to wait for Kyler," Emerson says, giving her sister a wave. "I'll catch you guys at the bar."
"Sounds good," Charlotte says with a grin.
We head down the hallway for the back exit. "I bet you never thought you'd hear the day when your sister said those words!" Charlotte quips, glancing at Amber.
"Well, I'm six days away from twenty-one." Amber chirps, "Hopefully, one of the newer bartenders is on staff tonight."
I chuckle under my breath. The regulars know that Amber isn't twenty-one yet. But the Blue Line hired three new bartenders over the past few months. During the hockey season, the place gets packed because we frequent there, and they always need more help.
"Don't worry, babe. I've got you covered," Jasper says, wrapping an arm around Amber's waist while nuzzling her neck.
"That's right!" Charlotte squeals. "We need to plan a birthday bash for your twenty-first."
"I'd be content with just going to a bar and being able to drink legally," Amber says. "Do you think they'll notice that my I.D. has changed and has a different name?"
I chuckle under my breath. "I doubt it. They see so many different I.D.'s. You're probably fine."
"Probably," Amber says. "Yeah, that's the part that worries me. The probably."
Jasper pulls her tighter to him. "Relax, babe. I've got you covered. I don't think they're going to call the cops on something that you did in the past. It would only look bad on them. And if they did, you know I'd bail your ass out of prison."
"Cute," Charlotte says, nudging me as we walk toward the bar. "Would you bail my butt out of jail?" She stares up at me with sparkling eyes and an eager smile.
I snort at her question. "Depends on what you're in the slammer for," I tease.
Her jaw drops in mock astonishment. "Seriously?"
I shrug, pulling her closer, my arm snaking around her waist. "Well, I mean, if you're being arrested for murder, I don't think bail would cover it. But even if it did, I don't need you murdering me and chopping me up into tiny pieces when I'm asleep."
Jasper glances at me. "You've been watching too much murder porn, bro."
"I'm just saying, I'm not letting a murderer loose on the streets."
"First of all, it's innocent until proven guilty," Charlotte quips. "And second of all, seriously. Do you think I'd murder you in your sleep? I'd do it to your face." She sticks her tongue out at me playfully.
"Duly noted."
Jasper shakes his head. "You two have a twisted sense of humor.”
