Page 49 of Cross Check

Hot.

That was too damn hot and really fucking unfair. Now my mind is wandering, unable to stop thinking about what she meant by coaching influence.

Would she boss me around? Ask me to do something specific for her?

As if I wouldn’t gladly do it.

I rejoin the guys and fall into conversation about our game tomorrow, but my mind isn’t fully here.

My crush on Amelia will probably reach a breaking point soon.

It has to.

I might as well enjoy it for a little while longer.

EIGHTEEN

AMELIA

Me

I’ll be down in five minutes. Sorry!

GE

Not a lot of hustle from the woman who says she’s been craving this sandwich for weeks.

Me

Ouch. Shots fired.

GE

Kidding :). I’m around the corner in a navy blue BMW X1.

Me

Do you have one of those vanity plates that says HOCKEYBOY on it?

GE

Thought about getting GMON$Y, but I decided flying under the radar is best.

Me

That wouldn’t have been douchey at all.

GE

Exactly why I didn’t get it lol.

Take your time. I have heated seats. Just got off the phone with my agent. Life is good.

The wind is whipping when I find Grant’s car a half a block away from the hotel. I shiver and climb inside, glad for the promised heated seats that greet me when I settle on the leather.

“I’m very glad I didn’t walk.” I brush my hair out of my eyes and turn to face him. “Hi.”

“Hi, Amelia.” He grins, all boyish charm and dimpled cheek. “Good to see you.”