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Calvin: Yes, I can ride a horse. Damn well, in fact. But am I allowed to ride a horse?

Darcy: I don’t know if I should be taking this conversation seriously or not.

“For fuck’s sake.” I laugh, aware that this is crazy as hell.

Calvin: I’m serious. In a few weeks, maybe a month, can I ride a horse?

I can only imagine what his expression looks like on the other end of this.

Darcy: I would never recommend any of my players to get on unpredictable animals…

Calvin: What if I told you that I can read their minds?

Darcy: I would still tell you that it’s a bad idea.

Calvin: Thanks for the advice, I’ll give it some serious consideration.

Darcy: I don’t know why you bothered asking.

Calvin: Because this conversation has been so much fun, don’t you think?

Going back to my previous conversation, I stare down at Sienna’s words, desperate not to end our evening yet, but I’m also cautious of pushing too hard.

Calvin: Are you in bed?

Sienna: Maybe. Are you?

Fuck it, maybe I can push a little.

Calvin: Yep, and thinking about you and that kiss…

24

SIENNA

It’s been days, and I’m still thinking about that kiss.

Every day since, Calvin has been in my messages. He hasn’t been at my front door, though, which I’m both relieved and slightly disappointed about.

I was hoping that kiss might put an end to the chemistry that’s been crackling between us. I fear it’s done the opposite.

A couple of times now, I’ve caught myself touching my lips, remembering the way they tingled when we parted.

It’s ridiculous. He’s a hockey player. A fuckboy. I should not be obsessing over him.

And yet, when he told me that he didn’t just want one night with me, that he actually wanted to date me, well…Damn it, I believe him.

It’s stupid, and naive, and I’m going to regret it, but…I’m buzzing at the idea of date number two.

Every time his stupid name pops up on my screen, a little fizz of excitement explodes within me, thinking that it’ll be about our next date.

But it hasn’t been, and I can’t help but think that maybe it was silly of me to believe him.

I’m leaving town tomorrow to spend Thanksgiving with my parents, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see him before I left.

“Is everything alright?” Bea asks as she joins me at the reception desk in the salon.

I force a smile on my face. “Yeah, why?”