Page 113 of Game Changer
“I’m…okay.”
“Are you on a date?”
“Y-yes.”She blinks.
I close my eyes at the churning feeling in my stomach.Then I open them and nod.“So you and Steve didn’t get back together?”
Her eyebrows pull down.“No!Of course not.How could you think that?”
“I don’t know.How would I know?”
“Haven’t you talked to him?He mentioned you were skating together.”
“Not anymore.”I rub the back of my neck.“I still don’t have a contract so I can’t skate with the team.”
“Oh.Oh no.”Her eyes shadow and she takes a step closer.“What’s going on with that?”
“Nothing.We’re miles apart.Still waiting.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, it’s frustrating as hell.”It feels good to admit that out loud to someone.
She studies my face.“Is that your agent you’re with?”
“Yeah.He had a meeting with Ian today so he wanted to update me and talk about some other scenarios he can take to them.Who’s your date?”
“Um.His name is Nicholas.We met…online.”
I mutter a curse under my breath.
“What?”Her eyebrows lift.“Is that a problem?”
Hell yeah, it’s a problem.It’s a big fucking problem.I don’t want her to be with any other man but me.I’m not interested in dating and goddammit, it hurts that she is.
How can I say that, though?
She seems to be waiting for me to saysomething.The noises of the restaurant—clinking cutlery and glasses, voices, music—fade away and we’re standing alone in this dark, narrow space in a bubble of our own personal space.
“Molly.”
She nods.
“I miss you.”
Her bottom lip quivers.“I miss you, too,” she whispers, her fingers tightening on the little purse.
“Shit.”
Neither of us move.My body aches for her, though.My hands want to reach out for her.My mouth wants to taste her.
“Does Nicholas like trivia?”I ask roughly.
“I don’t know.This is our first date.”
I nod tersely.
“I better get back,” she says softly.She walks forward to pass me in the hall.I step back even though I want to block her way.She pauses near me, near enough for me to smell her sweet citrusy scent.“Good luck with your contract.”
