Page 73 of Game Changer
“Eek.”
“What?”
“Don’t cut your foot off.That would end your hockey career.”
He laughs.“I’ll be careful.”
He’s changed too, into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.He crosses one ankle over the other knee in a relaxed pose, gazing out over the lake also.His face is peaceful, his mouth curved into a slight smile.
He’s a beautiful man.Physically, of course; I’ve admired his hard-packed abs, strong shoulders and muscular thighs and butt.His face is lean and sculpted, with thick eyebrows, carved lips and cobalt eyes that all the Wynns seem to have.I always knew he was fun and charming, popular with everyone.But now I’ve had glimpses at what’s beneath all that, and I think he doesn’t let on how much he feels things because he feels them so deeply.He’s caring and thoughtful and intelligent, and that just makes him even more attractive.
I shouldn’t be attracted to him.
I’m hyper aware of him sitting near me.The only sounds are the rustling of the aspens, birds chirping, a squirrel squawking crazily in a tree.It’s so hard not to reach out and touch him.I grip my wine glass with both hands and stare determinedly forward.
“I hope you won’t get bored here,” Jax says.
I roll my head toward him.“We just got here.”
“I mean, after a while.It’s pretty quiet here.We won’t be partying or shopping or having spa days.”
“Jeez.Is that what you think of me?Parties and spas and shopping sprees?”
“No, no!That’s not what I meant.But you said yourself, you’re a city girl.”
“It’s beautiful here.I won’t be bored.Don’t worry about me.Just do what you want to do.I don’t need babysitting.”
“You’re hardly a baby,” he mutters.
I’m not sure what he means by that.He almost sounds angry.Hmm.
I let a few moments pass and then say, “I missed sleeping with you the last few nights.”
Jax chokes on his beer.“Jesus, Molly.”
I laugh.“You know I mean sleeping as in sleeping, not boinking.”
He coughs again.But if I wanted him to say he missed me too, he doesn’t.Damn.
What am I doing?I swallow a sigh.
Jax gets up and ambles inside, returning with another beer and the bottle of wine.He refills my glass.
“Thanks.”
“So what kinds of things we can do here?”
“Well, we don’t have a boat anymore, but we can rent one at the pier.We can fish or water ski.”
Now I’m the one choking.“I can’t water ski.”
He grins.“Okay.”
“And I don’t think I want to fish either.”
“That’s okay, I’m not that much into fishing.”
I huff.“Tell me thingsyouwant to do, then.”
