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I chuckle. “Doubtful.”
“Yeah, well, I’d rather the thought not cross his mind. I should be there in about ten minutes. Are you home?”
“Yep. I’m here.”
“Great. I’ll be there soon if I can remember how to get there.”
“I’ll text you my address.” I do and then bring the form inside with me. While I wait, I pick up the living room and kitchen. She knocks as I’m lighting a vanilla-scented candle. Overboard? Probably.
I hustle to the door and pull it open. I’m smiling even before I lay eyes on her, but when I do a once, fuck who am I kidding, a thrice-over, my jaw drops.
She’s changed since work and the dress she’s wearing molds to her small curves, pushes her boobs up, and shows a lot of smooth, tan leg.Fuck me.
“Leo?”
“Yep.” My voice is tight and squeaks like I’m going through puberty.
“Do you have the form?”
“Say what now?”
She laughs and brushes past me. I pick up my jaw and close the door.
“I can’t believe I missed this the first time I was here,” Scarlett says as she walks through my house for the second time.
She runs a hand along the framed jerseys on the wall and picks up a hockey stick lying in the entry way between the garage and kitchen.
I take it from her and set it against the wall. “You were distracted by the pool.”
“Among other things,” she says quietly.
I nod toward the form on the kitchen counter.
She picks it up and reads it. “Perfect. Thank you.”
“Welcome.”
Awkward silence hangs between us. Damn I want her, but I can’t shake the feeling of disappointing my team and screwing up my relationship with Coach. Without that, I’m as good as done.
She takes a step back. “I need to get this to the arena.”
I want her to stay, but I keep my mouth shut. She’s my coach’s daughter. I’m the one he expects to stop any drama and keep the guys from losing their heads. But right now? I’m struggling to keep myself in check.
13
IT LOOKS LIKE YOU’RE GOING TO A FUNERAL
SCARLETT
I let outa long breath when I get to my car. I wave to Leo watching me from his doorway and slide into the driver’s seat. Memories from the last time I was here whack me over the head.
My hands are shaking as I start the ignition. I’m already running late for my date and now I need to stop by the arena to drop off the form.
When I try to put the car in reverse, nothing happens. Head swimming in a pool of Leo-induced thoughts, it takes me a few seconds to notice all the warning lights are on. I try the ignition again, but nothing.
Ugh.I drop my head to the steering wheel. Not now. I comb through all possible scenarios. I do not want to walk back inside and ask Leo for help. But even if I call a tow, he’s going to notice me sitting outside like a stalker before they get here.
I bring my purse and phone with me and knock on his front door for the second time tonight.
