Page 68 of Mistletoe Face Off

I told coach my knee was a little tender and he told me to take five.

Warm pleasure sweeps through me at the thought that Harry feigned a knee problem just so he could message me.

Me:

That's not very professional, you know. But I like it.

Harry:

I've got a game tonight, but I have some free time in the afternoon.

Me:

I promised Macy I would take her back to the rink today after school. Do you want to meet us there?

Harry:

Wild horses could not keep me away.

My heart squeezes in my chest. The fact Harry wants not only to see me, but wants to spend time with my daughter as well? I have said it before and I am sure I will say it again:what a man.

And now I have that Salt-N-Pepa song stuck in my head.

Me:

Caulfield Ice Rink after school. I’ll buy the hot chocolate.

Harry:

You don't need to bribe me with hot chocolate. Knowing I'll see you is more than enough motivation. But right now I've got to get back to practice.

Me:

Stop slacking off.

Harry:

Yes, ma’am.

Me:

Less of the ma’am, thank you.

Harry:

I'm counting the hours until I see you again xo

Me:

Me too xo

I'm still grinning like a cartoon character when I arrive at the office and I say a cheery “good morning” to everyone I pass. I reach my desk where I sit down and immediately call Donald Mitchell. My mind is made-up about what I need to do.

“The lady reporter who hates Harrison Clarke,” he says by way of answering.

How wrong can one man be?

“Mr. Mitchell, thank you so much for meeting me last night. This is a courtesy call to let you know that I won't be pursuing the story.”

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