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“Oh,Iwill.”

Her expression darkens. “I’m soconfused.”

I lean down, brush her hair back from her face, and kiss the sensitive flesh next to her ear. “I’m starving, honey, but only for what’s between your legs.” I don’t give her the chance to respond. Instead, I place my hand to her back, usher her inside, and tell the hostess, “For two,please.”

Really, I should have saidthree.

At this rate, my erection might as well have a zip code ofitsown.

ChapterTwenty-Two

ZOE

Ithink. . . I think that I’m on a date with AndreBeaumont.

It’s tough to say, really, because I didn’t think that Andredidthe wholedating thing, but there’s no denying the fact that he’s being . . . charming. Playful. Sexy in a way that makes my toes curl in my shoes and my heart beat out ofcontrol.

“Tell me something that happened to you in the last year,” he says as he spoons salsa onto his al pastor taco. “First thing that comestomind.”

First thing that comes to mind? I take a sip of my soda, buying myself time. “Well, right before I left Detroit, I sold everything. Ended up living in a hotel for a fewweeks.”

Dark eyes pin me in place. “That’s the best you can do, Zo? You lived in a hotel?” He sets his taco down, wiping his hands on a cloth napkin, and then drops his elbow to the table. “Let the professional go first.” He says this with a sardonic tilt to his mouth, never letting me forget that he’s still Andre Beaumont, the most feared player intheNHL.

But then he goes and spoils the image by chuckling softly. “First day with the—wait, what didHuntsay?”

“When?”

“At The Box—oh yeah, setting the scene. All right, let’s do it right, eh?” He drinks his water—nothing less for his temple of a body—and then spreads his hands wide, like he’s about to start wind-millingthem.

Laughter threatens to let loose from my chest. “What the hell are you doing,Andre?”

His brow furrows, drawing inward. “Setting thescene.”

Leaning back in my chair, I fold my arms over my chest. “Is that what you’redoing?”

“I’m drawing the curtains . . . You know what? Forget the scene bit.” His full mouth presses together. “Okay, so there I am in the locker room. We’ve just finished with practice, and I’ll admit that I was being a bit of anasshole—”

I grin, just a little. “Nothing out of the ordinary, ofcourse.”

He returns the grin, along with a sexy wink that has my thighs clenching together under the table. “Exactly, honey. Anyway, maybe I’d ticked off some of my teammates, maybe they were already planning this shit, but I’m getting ready to put away my equipment.” His dark eyes glimmer with the memory. “Now that I think about it, I should have known those bastards were up to something with the way they kept watching me. Anyway, I open my locker door andbam!Ice.”

I clap my hand over my mouth to stifle the laughter. The image of Andre Beaumont, King Sin Bin, standing in front of his locker as ice cubes rain down on him is just . . . perfect. Utterly, absolutely perfect. “What did you do?” I ask between bursts oflaughter.

“What do you think?” He digs back into his plate again, taking a bite of his taco before topping it off with more water. “I cleaned that shit up, griping and threatening anyone who cameclose.”

“Am I supposed to apologize on theirbehalf?”

His foot touches mine under the table, then doesn’t move. I suck in a deep breath and then meet his gaze. “Nah, honey. The ice was nothing. The fact that they spent the next week leaving plastic critters in my duffel bag was worse. Roaches, snakes, crickets, you name it. I think they got a sadistic thrill out of making meshriek.”

“No, of course not,” I say, pressing a hand to my chest in mock-surprise. “Making the league’s most intimidating enforcer shriek? Utterly boring andsonot worththeirtime.”

But Charming Andre has come out to play. In response to my sarcasm, he puckers his lips and murmurs, “Kiss me and I’ll forgive you forthesass.”

“No way.” The giggles threaten to take over. “The sass is heretostay.”

“Perfect, just the way I like you.” He pushes up from his seat, dropping his napkin to the table, and comes around to my side. “A kiss, honey.Justone.”

Heart, stop doing somersaults.I lift my chin. “Youhadakiss.”

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