My heart twisted inside me.
Was it true I had no feelings for Jesse?
No, the way my heart still fluttered in my chest was proof there was some part of me that still felt pulled toward him.
But
“I don’t think I can ever get over this,” I said. “There’s too much bad history. I’d rather start out a relationship with a fresh start and no bitterness. Now take these blankets and go downstairs. And be sure to leave before Mike wakes up, or he might dump the fireplace coals on you.”
Chapter Eight
When I got a text from Karel asking if I wanted to come to the next Heat game, as his guest, I said yes.
Maybe this would encourage Jesse to move on.
But I was vacillating as game time approached, pulling a pair of jeans over my ass.
Karel was hot, but was I even into him?
Should I even be dating anybody else with these lustful thoughts I had about my ex? I had barely been able to sleep after feeling Jesse’s hands on me last night.
It wasn’t worth it to get back with him,I reminded myself. How could I ever get over what had happened?
I needed to keep on with my plan of finding someone else. Someone new.
Then I got a text on my phone.
Hey, you aren’t planning on coming to the game are you? Wouldn’t want to distract our boys – Taylor
Our boys?
Keep them both away from me if you can, then,I texted back.
Oh, I couldn’t miss the game now.
I was a bit late and walking toward my seat when the players began heading down the hallway to the ice.
For a moment, I felt that old thrill I always did to see Jesse emerge from the locker room.
Impossibly big and strong, looming in the doorway, his jaw set and ready for the game.
The thrill had been knowing he was mine to cheer for, the person I loved best in all the world.
Then I saw Taylor too, standing backstage. Her eyes narrowed when she saw me.
I met her eyes, though.
“Don’t fucking text me again,” I warned, and I saw by the way her lips tightened that she had heard me.
I felt a gloved hand on my arm and looked down to see Karel right before me.
He looked up at me with such a cocky grin on his face that I couldn’t help smiling at him.
“Hey, sexy,” he said. “Glad you came.”
Then he pulled me down and kissed me.
I could vaguely hear Jesse yelling in the background, but Karel’s lips were firm, his tongue gently teasing at me.
