“What are you going to do?”
“Let me worry about that.”
She let out a soft laugh. “You know you can’t strip on television, right? Or have you hit your head too many times?”
I leaned back in my chair, a smile sneaking up my lips for the first time in days. “I wasn’t planning on it, but is that really all you want, Harper Maxwell?”
“No,” she answered quickly.
“Good,” I replied. “Give me your number, I’ll text you a reservation for two tickets. Bring a friend if you’d like.”
11
“Thegrin—what’sitabout?”Nic asked.
I shouldn’t have been grinning at all. I shouldn’t have wanted anything to do with Troy ever again. It took everything I had in me to kiss him again at that bar just so I could lure him to a trap—one that I’d failed miserably. A kiss that, as brief as it was, was so much better than I remembered.
Soft, tender lips that screamed, “oh my God, she’s kissing me,” as opposed to the “hey baby, get in line,” attitude I was expecting to get.
My insecurities ran deep as I wondered if he was justthatgood. If he was just playing the player all along that night and all this time, and I was the one who’d walked into a trap.
I forced myself to shake it off.
Troy was never that conniving. He didn’t have the brains for it. He never cared enough to scheme. He was just a selfish asshole.
But saying that now just didn’t feel right.
“The new latte you created this morning. It’s really good. What’d you put in it? Cinnamon?”
“Could it be a certain hockey player that just makes everything taste good?”
“I’m not telling you anything. Last time I did, my ex’s mother caught me jerking off produce.”
She burst out laughing. “I know. Classic. You’ll laugh about it too one day.”
“Doubt it,” I muttered. Truth was, I couldn’t stop thinking about Troy’s plea for me to come to tonight’s game and what on earth he was planning. He’d called just before my shift ended last night, and though I hadn’t actually agreed to come, somehow, I knew he was expecting me.
“Troy asked me to go to his game tonight,” I bit my lip and waited for her to grill me about what was going on with us. But she just watched me, sipping her coffee slowly.
“I know I shouldn’t go.”
“I agree. The guy needs to come right out and say what he wants instead of dragging you to his games like you’re some groupie.”
“He said he’s going to give me what I was after that night at the bar.”
Her brows drew together. “Does he know what that is? Cause I’m not sureyouknew.”
I shook my head, hardly hearing what she was saying. “I know I shouldn’t go,” I repeated.
“What are you afraid of? That he’s plotting a hookup in the halls again just to spite you?”
“I don’t know, but he did say I could bring a friend…” I raised my brows to her.
Nic’s eyes went wide. “Oh, this I’ve got to see. What time?”
“Seven.”
“Perfect, we’ll grab dinner after work and head over.”
