Page 72 of The Puck Stops Here

‘Fire away, Twinkle Toes. I’m all yours.’

Her heart skipped a beat.He means to question, idiot, not to jump.

She returned to the sofa and perched on its edge, asafedistance away. But her thoughts were a mess. How could she press Blake to expose Sienna’s role in Aiden’s life knowing what she knew now? The man blamed himself enough. If he believed he’d also stolen his brother’s chance at love…

It would be like rubbing salt in an open wound. She’d have to find another way or try another day. As for Aiden and his just desserts, her tummy squirmed. She’d unpick that later. For now, she had an interview to continue…

‘How about we move onto some questions just for fun?’

‘What kind offun?’

And the suggestion that lit his gaze was all kinds of wrong yet all kinds of right to her all-too-willing libido.

‘The kind your fans would love to hear about.’

His eyes danced. ‘Sounds good.’

She adjusted her glasses and using her notepad and pencil as a shield, she began, ‘If you weren’t a professional hockey player, what would you be?’

‘Definitely something physical.’

For fuck’s sake!Her eyes launched to his as her clit pulsed.

‘Like?’ she said tightly.

‘Something skilful.’

She grabbed her beer.

‘Where I get to use my hands.’

She took a swig.

‘A lot.’

And choked.

‘You okay there? You want me to pat it better?’

No. No, she did not.

But yes, yes, she did.

This was going to be alongafternoon…

An extremely long and flustered afternoon.

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‘You’re late.’

Blake hadn’t meant to sound surly with his brother, but he’d been through hell and back in a day, every emotion imaginable making itself known and now they were all rolling inside him and he couldn’t shut it down.

He’d barely touched his dinner which was stupid considering they had a game tomorrow and instead of hitting the sack, he’d stayed up, cracked open a beer and replayed the entire interview, over and over again.

He’d spilled his guts. Confessed his deepest darkest secret to a woman he’d only just met… a woman he hardly knew. Though it didn’t feel like that. Not with all that they had shared. Her as much as him.

And here he was now, feeling yet another emotion that he didn’t want to acknowledge. Jealousy.

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