Page 28 of Netting the Goalie

My brain kicked into gear, tossing out danger signals.

Take a girl to a wedding and she’ll get ideas.

Which was total bullshit.

Dude, you’re not that great a catch.Seriously, get over yourself.

“Uh, sure.”

Somewhere in Ottawa, my roommate CJ was shaking his head and he had no idea why.

“I mean,” she quickly started to talk, “if you have something else, I’d totally understand—”

“No, no.I’ve got nothing to do.I’d like—love to go with you.”

Another pause and then, “Okay, great.That’s…good.”

I swore I heard a smile in her voice now and that made me smile, too.“So this is a formal thing, right?Suit and tie?”

“Yeah.Oh, is that a problem?”

“Nah.We’re required to dress for games.Unless I need a tux.Then you’re out of luck.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.So what time should I pick you up?”

“I have to be there early to help the bride with her dress.”

“No problem.I’ve got nothing to do and nowhere to be.”

“Okay then, can you pick me up at four-thirty?I’ll text you the address.The wedding’s at six.I told her I’d be at the church by five but I want to be there early.”

“Great.I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Shane.”

When the call disconnected, I took a deep breath and couldn’t stop grinning.

Bliss

I hung up with a smile.

That was either the stupidest thing I’d ever done or the bravest.Guess I’d find out which tomorrow night.

But…there was something about Shane.Something about how quiet he could be and not seem withdrawn.Or how his humor was a little goofy, a little sarcastic and sometimes just plain weird.

And how I knew all of that just from spending one night with him was weird.And a little scary.And a little exciting.

So I wasn’t surprised by the flutter in my stomach.Or the pulse between my thighs because, holy hell, the man had been amazing in bed.

The kind of guy a girl could fall for and who could break her heart.

With a sigh, I tried to shake some sense into my head.

“Completely getting ahead of yourself.It’s just sex.”

Really great sex.And a seemingly great guy.

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