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“Told you.” He lifts his chin. “He’s a good kid.”

I turn, and when I find Daniel Hall in his black game day suit leaning against the door, arms folded across his chest, watching me, my stomach flips.

I don’t know what to make of the intense look this usually happy-go-lucky guy has aimed at me, but for some reason, I know even as I walk toward him that tonight won’t go at all as I had planned.

SIX

DANIEL

In a pairof tight black pants that hug her beautiful curves, and with my fucking name and number on her back, Hannah is my literal dream girl. For three years I’ve watched her. She comes to the games, then joins us at the bar afterward, and every time, she wears my damn number. I can’t help that it’s gone to my head, no matter how often she’s batted away my flirtation like I’m a naughty boy who needs to be punished.

Punish me, Hannah. I can take it.

I’d enjoy it, actually.

God, I’d enjoy anything she’d do to me.

What I don’t love is watching her stare at Noah. And I really fucking hate how he just kissed her goodbye, even if it was just on the forehead.

But when he calls out to her as he gets on the bus, pointing out that I’m waiting, my distaste for him wanes. Maybe he’s not so bad after all. I don’t know what kind of relationship the two of them have, but if he’s sending her my way, I’ll take a guess and say they’re just friends.

At least that’s my hope.

When she turns around and surprise lights up in those pretty blue eyes of hers, my concerns evaporate. That’s all the confirmation I need. I’m at least in the fucking game.

Tonight I’m not going to think about how I no longer play on the first line with my two best friends. The second line had a good game too. Cam and I set up Keegan for a goal, and the team pulled off a win. That’s enough for me. As far as hockey goes, at least.

For now, I’ll keep my focus fixed on the woman in front of me. With my hands still in the pockets of my black suit pants, I push off the door and slowly walk toward Hannah.

She matches me step for step, the two of us eating up the distance.

“What are you doing up so late, Baby Hall?” she calls as she gets closer, a tease of a fucking smile on her face.

My stomach twists in anticipation. “Thought maybe I’d ask the prettiest girl at the game to come to dinner with me.”

She arches a surprised brow. “Aren’t our friends waiting for us back at the house?”

“I’m sure they can keep themselves entertained.”

Clearly not nearly as affected by me as I am by her, she lifts a shoulder in a casual shrug. “What do you have planned?”

“You mentioned steak and an orgasm. I can handle one of them right now. The other one might need to wait until we get to the restaurant.”

Head tossed back, she laughs loudly.

God, the way that sound fills the night air has my balls tightening. She’s so fucking pretty.

“You heard that, huh?”

I dip my chin and let my lips tick up on one side. “Was standing right behind you.”

Rather than turn pink or stutter out an embarrassed response, she breaks into a wide smile. “I’ll let you get the steak. I can handle the orgasm.”

My cock jumps as that last word rolls off her tongue with ease. That’s one of the things I like most about her. Hannah doesn’t bullshit. She’s not coy. She doesn’t hide behind a façade, not for anyone, least of all a man. She’s unabashedly herself, just like me.

She knows her worth and she demands it. It’s fucking sexy as hell.

I’ve never met someone quite like her, and I’m pretty sure I never will.

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