Page 126 of Catch You

I glance up at Corey, my cheeks heating.

He stands beside me, smiling, his eyes darkening as he recalls all the ways he made me smile last night. I gently slap his chest.

“What?” he asks innocently.

“Nightmare,” I mutter.

“So, do we have a final figure yet?”

“No, but from what we worked out quickly last night, it was a huge success. Some of the bids were insane.”

“Tell me you didn’t …” Corey whispers in my ear, but I brush him off, much to his amusement.

“What needs doing?”

“Just tidying up and taking all this stuff out to the vans. My henchmen have already taken the first boxes.”

“Henchm— oh,” I say when Fletch comes walking back in the room, the rest of the team obediently trailing behind him. They’re looking much more relaxed in casual clothes compared to Corey, who’s back in his tux, albeit halfheartedly, much to my disappointment.

I, on the other hand, managed to lose my dress thanks to my best friend supplying me with a spare set of clothes that she had sent to the hotel.

“Morning, I trust you two had a good night,” Fletch rasps, a smirk firmly planted on his lips.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, embarrassment racing through me.

“Things are good, if that’s what you mean,” Corey says, stepping up to him and clapping his hand against Fletch’sshoulder. “Thanks, man. I owe you one,” he whispers, but I catch it.

“For someone who claims not to do romance, Fletch is sure good at fixing people up,” Reese says, an amused smile on her face.

“Sometimes a few words is all it takes.”

“You two are good together. I hope this is the end of the bumps in the road for you.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Me too,” I say, thinking about the bump we’re soon going to be dealing with.

“So, where to?”Corey asks as a car pulls up to take us away a couple of hours later. We ended up getting everything sorted and packed into the vans before we all sat down to have breakfast. I’d already thrown up the room service we’d ordered last night, and I was starved once again. It was nice. Normal, even. And I didn’t even embarrass myself in front of Fletch, so I take that as a win. Although, it may have something to do with the fact that I’m much less interested in him and far more captivated by the man who was sitting at my side and insisting on some kind of contact with me at all times. I sure wasn’t complaining.

The guys all happily chatted away about the upcoming season, and I allowed myself to get carried away with the excitement. It’s been too long since I’ve seen them all on the ice.

“I really need to go home. But do you mind if we take a detour first? There’s somewhere I’d like to go.”

“For you, Harlow? Anywhere.”

I nod and rattle off the new address to the driver.

As we head through town, my heart starts to beat faster, and my hands begin to tremble with anticipation.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry. I’m just a little nervous.”

“Why? Where are you taking me?” His brows pull together in mock concern.

“Nowhere weird. Just somewhere I haven’t been for a really long time.”

“Okaaay.”

Sitting back, I watch the busy city disappear and the countryside become vaster as we race toward our destination.

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