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"Because first I want to take you on that date I promised you. I don't want you to think this is just physical."
I blinked. Had he really said those words? I'd been dating on and off for my whole adult life, and I was sure I'd never heard it.
"Wow," I breathed, not sure what to say back.
"I mean it, Kendra. I don't want you to feel like you're my secret or something. You’re special to me, and I want you to know that."
I winced. "Is this because of what I said at the fair? I just said it because of the photo, you know?"
"I know. But I have big plans.”
"Oh? Details?"
“Just one: tomorrow will be a big day,” he said cryptically.
“Don’t be mean. I want to know more.”
“I don’t know how long the meeting will take with management. It’s at five."
"Okay." I debated trying to lure out more of what he had in mind, but I decided to let it go. I yawned, pushing down my soaked panties.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Yawning."
"There was another sound."
"Are you sure you want details? You might break down my door."
"Kendra." His voice was raspy and oh-so-deliciously commanding.
"I'm taking off my panties, okay? They're wet, and it's all your doing. You don't even have to be here and this happens to me. I'm not even sure how it's possible."
"You’re driving me crazy, woman."
I bit my lip. He wanted to take me out on a date. I wanted him to come bang down my door. Even though the devil on myshoulder was egging me to continue teasing him, he was being such a gentleman that it wasn’t fair.
"Okay, how about we call it a night?" I suggested.
"I'll be in touch tomorrow, beautiful. Good night."
I was giddy once we hung up, and I took off my bra. Instead of going to bed, I went to my pantry, glancing at the mountain of boxes I had there. They were full of books, summer clothes, along with all sorts of stuff like extra plates that I didn’t need on a daily basis. I’d booked a moving company to take them to the house the next day, so I stayed up late and packed six more boxes.
All the time, I couldn’t stop thinking about Tyler. I'd always been realistic—too realistic and focused on reality, according to Emma. Growing up, that had seemed like the only way to get through the day, and in time, it became a habit. I never let myself be silly and daydream.
But I couldn't help but daydream about my sexy hockey player.
CHAPTER 17
TYLER
Meetings with managementwere not one of my favorite things, but I put on my most amicable smile as I sat across from John Daniels, our general manager. He got up, pacing his huge-ass office, not looking at me, just talking, as if he spoke to himself. I'd been fazed the first time he did this but then got used to it.
"I'm happy to say that the board is pleased with your volunteering efforts, and our sponsors too. You're taking it seriously. Actually, from what we've heard, you're going above and beyond what was asked. That's always good."
"I like volunteering," I said honestly. “I like the kids and enjoy teaching them the game. They’re quick learners.”
He straightened up, looking me in the eye. It was maybe the third time he’d ever done that. The last time was when he told me I was benched for the foreseeable future.
