Page 58 of Don't Fall for the Goalie
“Daltyn Guyer.” She shakes her head. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
I grab a bottle of water. “Never.”
She shakes her head, but there’s a grin on her face.
“By the way, the guys want to skate tonight. Harper and Allie are going to be there.”
Her eyes light up. “Oh. Can I go?”
“On one condition.”
She points at me. “You better not say I have to shower with you.”
“No,” I choke out. “That’s not my condition.”
That’s a better one.But there’s no way I’m going to make it to the rink if I start that.
“What then?”
“You have to wear my sweatshirt.”
She looks down at it. “It’s dirty. I’ve slept in it.”
Jesus Christ.
I move toward the island so it shields my erection. “I have more.”
“Why do you want me to wear your sweatshirt?”
“It’s going to be cold. You don’t have warm clothes.”
“Oh.” There’s a flash of disappointment before she masks it. “Good point. But why can’t I wear mine?”
“I don’t think it’ll be dry before we leave. I need to run an errand and I plan to take you with me. Wasn’t planning to come back here before going to the rink.”
“Oh, yeah. Okay.” She points at the hallway. “I’ll go get changed.”
I jog up the stairs to my loft, my mind whirling.What the hell errand can I run?
My mind is blank. I’ve already gotten groceries. We don’t have time to go shopping. At least, that’s not what Allie said when I texted her and asked. She told me to be prepared for at least four to six hours while she browsed and tried things on.
Fuck.
What a tangled web I’m weaving because I don’t want to admit the truth.
I just want her to wear my sweatshirt in front of my teammates.
I wish I had my stick. I’d hit myself over the head with it for being so damn foolish.
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I blink at the sign several times, convinced my eyes are deceiving me. “Why are we at Green Mountain Outfitters?”
“You need some warmer, more practical clothing. Fall is almost here and temperatures will start dropping. Winters are frigid.”
I turn to him, wondering if he’s lost his mind.
