Page 150 of Don't Fall for the Goalie
Daltyn shifts slightly, crossing his arms. “Really? That’s not what I saw when I walked in.” He looks down at Tony’s empty hands. “I don’t see a towel or mop.”
“I-I did that. Right before you came in.”
“Yeah. Then he proceeded to make her a new coffee and flirt with her,” Connor adds.
“Connor,” Allie snaps. “You’re not helping.”
He shrugs. “I know.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Connor, stop.” My gaze moves to Daltyn. As if he feels my stare, his eyes lock with mine. “Please. Don’t do anything.”
I glance around the coffee shop, then back to him, hoping he takes the hint. The girls have their phones in hand, probably recording this.
His face relaxes slightly. I breathe a sigh of relief, thinking it’s over.
But Tony opens his mouth again. “I swear, I wasn’t doing anything.”
Daltyn’s head turns, glowering at him. “You’re standing too close to her. That counts as doing something in my book.”
Shit. Why couldn’t you keep your mouth shut, Tony?
I push my chair back and get to my feet. I move around the table, my hand wrapping around Daltyn’s bicep.
Oh, damn. What a nice, hard muscle.
Focus, Peyton.
“Please, Daltyn. Just... let it go.”
He looks at me over his shoulder. “Let it go?”
I nod. “Even if he was flirting, I don’t care. It had no effect on me.”
Daltyn’s jaw relaxes. “Really?”
“Really.” I keep my voice low, wishing Connor were making noise. Those girls are listening intently and not remotely disguising it.
Daltyn turns to face me, and a slight gasp comes from me. The heat radiating from his body makes me feel like I’m overheating. My mouth goes dry as he steps closer, his body nearly touching mine.
He lifts a hand, his fingers grazing my cheek. I shiver before I can stop it.
“He doesn’t make you react like I do, huh?” His lips pull up in a smirk. His blue eyes smolder, making my knees weak.
I shake my head, unable to find words. Not when he’s looking at me like that.
“Come on, Allie. I think it’s time we leave the lovebirds alone.”
I hear Connor speaking, but I can’t tear my eyes away from Daltyn’s.
Hell, the whole place could fall down on me, and I still couldn’t look away from him.
His knuckles graze my jaw before his hand lands on my shirt. Right above my breast. “You spilled coffee on your sweater.”
His words penetrate the haze. I look down, blinking rapidly.
“Oh shit. My new sweater.” My eyes flick to his, panic filling me. “I’msorry. I?—”
“Don’t worry about it, Pey. I’ll buy you a dozen to replace it.”
