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"Yeah, I'll be here till the auction is over, and I figure out who the lucky lady is tonight," Cash said, wiggling his eyebrows at Conner.

Conner just shook his head. He was not that kind of guy. Cash had never known him to play around like that. Conner was all hockey all the time. Except...he did seem to have a thing for the team's new social media manager. As he followed Conner's gaze, he caught sight of Sasha in a knockout red dress, but who was she talking to?

Next to Sasha was a woman he’d never seen before. She had her dark hair in a beautiful updo, gorgeous blue eyes, but her body was out of this world. She wore a low-cut navy blue dress that hugged her killer curves. Cash knew right then who he wanted to go home with that night. When he saw her walk over to the bar with Sasha and caught sight of her lush thigh coming out of the high slit on the dress, he was done. He would have his head under the dress before the night was over. He would spend his night buried in those soft, inviting curves.

"Gentlemen," said a voice behind him, pulling him out of his dirty thoughts. "I can't help but notice ye both admiring those two lovely lasses."

Cash turned to find a short plump redheaded woman with a thick Scottish brogue.

"Excuse me," said Conner as if he hadn't heard her. He was walking over to Sasha.

"She’s a beautiful woman," Cash said, giving her a wink.

"My aren't ye a handsome fellow, a little rough around the edges but I like it," said the woman with an approving look.

Cash just grinned at her. "Yeah, I get that a lot." He was a tall man, standing 6 '4. He had broad shoulders that helped him throw his weight around on the ice, but what set him apart from all his teammates here were his beard and body full of tattoos and scars.

The woman chuckled at him. "Who is the beauty in the navy dress?" she asked. Following his gaze to the beautiful mystery woman.

"I don't know... yet," he said, still admiring her from across the room.

"Why don't ye stop over at my table later? I'll give ye a reading."

"Sounds good," Cash said, barely paying attention to her. His eyes were still following the most beautiful woman here. He watched as Sasha walked away from her. This was his chance.

He approached the woman with his confident swagger.

"Hi, I'm Cash,” he said, reaching for her hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you ...” He waited for her name.

"Evie," she answered back with a skeptical face.

He reached for her hand and pulled it to his mouth. "Nice to meet you, Evie." Then he pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

"You too…," she drawled.

“Cash,” he answered back with a sly grin.

Her face alone was enough to let Cash know she wasn't very impressed with him, and something about that made him want her even more. Sure, there were many women in this room he could have with a wink and a smile, but none of them were as attractive as the voluptuous beauty in front of him.

"Are you here by yourself tonight?"

She nodded.

"Are you here with one of the charities?" he asked.

"Yeah, I teach skating at the center, and we’re trying to raise money for our scholarship program."

"That's a really good cause," he said with a genuine smile.

"Thanks, I think so. If you'll excuse me," she said as she walked away from him. And as sad as he was at her exit, he was happy to watch her hips sway as she walked away. He’d be leaving with her tonight, that he knew.

But firsts things first, he walked over to look at the auction table. There were some wonderful volunteer options, Children's hospital, animal shelter, Boys and Girls club, but he knew what charity he would be auctioning to spend his time with. He walked through the table until he found the skating center.

He looked through the volunteer work he’d be paying to do. Sasha had planned this, instead of the old win a date with a hockey player bit, the hockey players win which charity they want to spend their time and money on., and he thought that was a really good idea.

The rink was looking for two players to lead a hockey camp this summer and hoping to fund the scholarship program. Cash wrote his name and an obscene amount of money down because he was staking his claim. Partly on the beautiful woman attached to the organization, but honestly this would have been the one he chose regardless.

Growing up, he had been on the receiving end of this type of program. His childhood had been far from normal. He was born to two free spirits who raised him in a camper van following bands around the country until he was ten. Then he, his mom, and his sister settled in Colorado. Hockey had been the first structure he’d had in his life.

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