Page 63 of The Invitation
“Don’t act like you don’t look at porn.”
“Don’t act like you have to justify watching it by accusing me of the same. It’s perfectly fine for you to watch whatever the hell you want to watch. How about that?”
I nod approvingly. “Okay, I like that take. You earn a bonus point.” I pull my attention away from him and to my skates. Then I look up. Our pace is picked up and my skates are moving like a skater and not a toddler. “Look! I’m skating!”
We’re moving smoothly across the rink as the cold breeze tickles my face. The sound of the blades scratching into the ice fills the air, and the sensation feels freeing.
It’s everything I hoped it would be.
“Well, technically, you’re skating and dragging me along, but semantics, right?” I ask, my legs starting to wobble. “My thighs are screaming right now. How is this so hard? It just creeps up on you.”
“Are you ready to call it a day?”
“Yeah, at least for now. I’m afraid if we go too much longer, I’ll wind up flat on my back.”
His smirk hits me right between the legs.
“Not like that.” I roll my eyes. “I don’t know how to stop in these things, by the way.”
We skate to the bench, and Ripley brings us to a stop. He holds my hand while stepping off the ice and then faces me.
We’re nearly chest to chest, still joined by our gloved fingers, and our breaths come out in little puffs. The rink is quiet, save for the hum of a machine doing something somewhere.
It’s just us.
And I don’t have anything snarky to say to disarm the situation.
I’ve always understood that Ripley charmed women, although I thought it was ridiculous. But standing on the ice, my hands in his, and without the pressure of having to come up withsomething to keep my guard up, I get it on a different level than ever before.
There’s something attractive about him that transcends his jawline and cheekbones. There’s a reliability, a sturdiness—a masculine energy that makes me feel protected that’s seductive … or it would be if I let it.
The fact that I can see this,feel this, is terrifying. Life was easier when I looked at him and wanted to hit him in the face with a pie. Because now, after knowing this part of him exists, I’m afraid it might be harder to get back to where we once were.
We were there for a reason.
As if he can read my thoughts, his smile is soft, yet timid. It’s not the arrogant, self-absorbed man who drives me crazy. It’s a man who might be reevaluating himself … and the woman he’s with—just like he was hired to do.
It’ll make damn good television.
Chapter Sixteen
Georgia
“I come bearing snacks,”Ripley says, sitting beside me on the bench.
We took another couple of laps around the rink until I couldn’t feel my thighs anymore. I lambasted myself for choosing chicken nuggets in the gym parking lot and not the actual gym itself. I am not in skater girl shape. Then he returned our skates.
“You know the way to this woman’s heart.” I blow on my hands through the gloves to try to warm them up. “I’m not sure I’m ever going to thaw.”
He hands me a steaming cup of hot cocoa. “Try this. It might help.”
“You get another bonus point. Maybe even two.”
He chuckles. “You’re easy to please.”
“If you’re ever in doubt, bring me chocolate in some form. It helps.”
I hold the cup with both hands, trying to let the heat seep into my body. While I had a lot of fun skating, and would love to try itagain sometime, I don’t think I could ever get past how cold it is on the ice. It’s unnatural.
