Page 65 of Win Big

He nods. Cam arrives with a much more welcoming smile than Abby had and takes our order of beers and pizza fries, which are waffle fries topped with marinara, mozzarella, and pepperoni. He removes the menus, which is good because the table is tiny.

Wyatt reaches across and clasps both my hands with his. “That was fun. Thanks for the tickets.”

“Thanks to my dad. They’re his.”

“Uh... does he know we went to the game together?”

“Yes. He’s in on this, remember?”

“Yeah, but he hates it. Or maybe he hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you. He told me he likes you.”

Wyatt straightens. “He did?”

“Yes. When you were named the ambassador for Hockey for All.”

He grins. “Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“Because your ego is big enough.”

His smile widens. “This is good to know.”

I can’t help but laugh. “You’re terrible.”

His fingers tighten around mine and he smirks. “You don’t know that. I’m actually really good.”

I make a noise kind of like a cough and a laugh. “See what I mean about the ego?”

“I still want a chance to prove to you that younger guys can be better in bed than older guys.”

I remember the comment he made about making me come faster than some old guy... My lower belly flip-flops and heats. Daaaamn. I want to find out.

Our eyes meet and sizzles slide down my spine.

“Hey, for once you didn’t shut me down,” he murmurs.

I hold his gaze and his eyes darken.

He leans across the table. “Damn, princess. You got me hard without even saying a word.”

My inner muscles squeeze. “I like that.”

He closes his eyes briefly as if he’s in pain. “You need to feel what you’re doing to me.”

I let a smile play on my lips. “That would be really inappropriate right now.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

“We can’t. We just ordered food.”

“Who cares.”

Cam brings our beers at that moment and we reluctantly release our hands and sit back.

“Can we get those pizza fries to go?” Wyatt says to Cam. “Something just came up.”

I nearly choke.

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