Page 7 of Hat Trick Heart

“Then you’ll have to walk back here to get your car!” I protest.

“Doesn’t matter. A little walking won’t hurt me. Extra exercise.”

“Right,” I mumble under my breath, peeking over at him while he’s looking down at the ground.

Dang, he’s gorgeous! And so big!

“So what do you do?” I jerk up as his green eyes shoot to mine and I gasp, looking away, unnerved by how his eyes are looking at me. So intense and focused.

“I work in the library in town.”

“A librarian?” He seems stunned and I’m not really sure what he’s trying to say.

“Do you have something against librarians?” I ask harshly.

“No, no. I’ve just….” He pauses and cocks his head. “You just don’t look like any librarian I’ve ever seen.”

“What are librarians supposed to look like?”

He shrugs his broad shoulders and my eyes follow it, completely captivated by every dang thing he does. He’s just so blasted perfect!

“I don’t know. Just not like you.”

“Well, I know what you do and you look exactly like what I thought you would.”

His dark brow quirks. “I feel like that was an insult just now, Angel.”

“Don’t call me Angel,” I snap, my face heating.

“Why?”

“It sounds very personal and we’re not personal. At all.”

He grins. “You’ve got a lot of bite for a librarian. I like it.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m so happy that you’re happy. But I’ve really got to get home. I’ve got an early morning and there’s so much to do.”

“At the library?”

“Yes.” There’s a brief pause and I feel compelled to fill it in. “So what to do you do every day?”

“Oh, you know. Sleep, get up, eat, go to the gym and work out than every other day go to practice. Then every other day I’m getting ready for a game. Then I’m icing down my body parts after the game.”

“Sounds exciting…” I huff and he laughs because he knows I’m not serious.

“What about you? What do you do every day?”

“Oh, you know.” I wave my hands around. “Just ordinary stuff. Nothing like playing hockey in front of thousands of screaming fans.”

He nods his head. “But what is your day like? You look tired.”

My brows lift and I turn to look at him. “Are you trying to say that I look terrible?”

He almost physically backtracks. His hands go palm up in the air. “No, no! Absolutely not! You’re gorgeous and you have to know it!”

I narrow my eyes at him, not sure if he’s messing with me or not. I know what I look like. I’m not gorgeous. I’ve got hips that they used to call breeder’s hips. I’ve got a slimmer waist and a lot of boob that attracts attention wherever I go.

Nobody would call that gorgeous. But I’m alright. Nothing like this guy though. He’s so tall and broad. Muscles for days and a body like Thor. He should be pictured up on Mount Olympus scowling at humans and pitching lightning bolts at them. Zeus with a thunderclap reverberating around him and a pair of green eyes that practically glow at you they’re so dang bright. Every stride he takes, his jeans cling lovingly to his muscles and I can see them shift under his clothes.

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