Page 28 of Play Book

“Oh.” She looks down, wrinkling her nose. “I’m such a mess and?—”

“I need to go home to shower too,” I interrupt. “But I could pick you up at six thirty. Dinner somewhere low-key, like a jeans and T-shirt kind of place, and then…” I let my voice trail.

She meets my gaze with a hungry one. “And then we pick up where we left off last night?”

“Maybe.”

“You don’t have to buy me dinner again.”

“But I’m hungry and I want to.”

One side of her lips quirks up playfully. “What, exactly, are you hungry for?”

“I really wish we were alone right now,” I rumble through a laugh. “Because then I could just show you.”

She snickers, and we share a look that tells me tonight is going to be fun.

“Six thirty then,” she says, drying her hands. “And we’re dressing down?”

“Well, I mean, you can wear anything you want, but if you have a plan, just give me some warning so I don’t look like a scrub. Gross hockey player out with a princess. Makes me look bad.”

“Believe me, after the last twenty-four hours or so, I’m all in for dressing down. Hell, I’d be down for takeout on my back porch, and watching the sunset with a bottle of wine.”

“That sounds—” I’m cut off as Gabe comes around the corner.

“We’re going to take off, Saylor. You need anything else?”

“No. Thank you.” She hurries over to him and hugs him tightly. “I so appreciate your coming today. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me—it was Canyon’s idea. But we were glad to help. I’m always here for you.”

“I appreciate you.” She goes over to say goodbye to everyone, thanking each of them personally, some getting hugs.

“Harper and I are going to fix up the back counter,” Saylor says, coming over to me. “So, how about six o’clock at my house?”

I want to protest, but she seems intent on staying low-key tonight, and if I’m honest, that works for me.

“Six o’clock,” I repeat.

She winks and turns back to Harper.

I’m dismissed.

But six o’clock is only two hours from now.

And I whistle as I walk out to my Ferrari.

NINE

Saylor

“You’re so getting laid tonight,” Harper whispers as soon as Canyon is gone.

I sigh dramatically. “I really fucking hope so.”

“You think he’s good? The good-looking ones are usually…” She makes a face. “You know, selfish.”

I wrinkle my nose. “God, don’t say that. It’s been months for me. I’m so looking forward to a man-induced orgasm.”

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