Page 99 of If You Need Me

I press a finger to his lips. “Be a good boy and save it for later.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His eyes heat, and the way his lip curls makes everything below the waist excited. “Sorry to interrupt, but we have somewhere to be in fifteen minutes.”

I hug the girls goodbye and leave the Watering Hole with Dallas.

“Any hints?” I ask as he links our fingers.

“You’ll see soon enough.” His lips find my temple. “Everything work out okay at the foodbank?”

“Yes. Thanks for coming to the rescue.”

“Honestly, anytime. What happened with the initial pickup?”

“Topher happened. The loading dock entrance was blocked because of an accident, so by the time the delivery guy arrived, the office was closed. The call was routed to Topher, and he didnothing. Thankfully, we had enough time and people to help this morning to make it work.”

“Why does Topher have it out for you?”

“Just because I’m me, I think.” I hug his arm. “He and I have never really gotten along, but it doesn’t help my case that I’m involved with you now.”

He frowns. “I made your job harder, didn’t I?”

I shrug. “Your heart was in a good place. You’re a famous hockey player dating someone who works for the team. I’m the unscrupulous woman who seduced a player.”

“Excuse me, I had to force you into a fake relationship to even get you to kiss me. And that was mostly under duress.” He tries to make light of it, but his eyes drop to my lips, like he’s remembering those kisses.

“Stop looking at me like that.” I hold up a hand to shield my eyes. “Your thoughts are written all over your face, and they’re obscene.”

He pulls my hand away and bites my knuckle. “Want to get dirty with me later?”

“Only if you can behave while we’re in public.”

His lip curls in a salacious grin. “I can be good. But only for you.” He stops in front of my favorite mani-pedi place and opens the door.

“You scheduled me a manicure?”

“No. You had your nails done before we left for the weekend. I scheduled us both for pedicures.”

I smile up at him. I’ve never been with someone who pays this kind of attention to what I like. “Yeah, you did.”

His answering grin melts hearts and panties. “You approve.”

“I absolutely approve.” I push up on my toes and kiss the edge of his jaw. He is terrifyingly amazing.

He laces our fingers as we enter the spa and they get us settled in two chairs. Anita, my usual technician, passes me a gossip magazine.

“What’s that?” Dallas asks.

“You won’t poke fun, if you know what’s good for you.” I arch a meaningful brow.

Paramita, another technician, sits in front of Dallas.

“Hi. I’m sorry my feet aren’t as pretty as Hemi’s. I’m Dallas, and she’s the love of my life.”

Paramita laughs. “I know who you are. My husband and son are Terror fans.”

“Oh yeah? Who are their favorite players?”

“My son adores you, and my husband is a Hollis Hendrix fan.”

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