blame it on the wine,” I tell him.
“Wine?” Kingston moves toward me, but I shift back, away from the rail.
“Yep. Lots and lots of wine.” No more wine. “Now, about this relationship thing...”
“Keep it up, little girl,” he says, his voice low, eyes dark.
Note to self, no more teasing the beast.
Thankfully, Kingston opts to change the subject. “Why’d you come down to talk to Optimus?”
“He wanted me to meet Amber and discuss a couple of upcoming events. Apparently, they’ve got some concerns about my wardrobe.”
I feel the heated caress of Kingston’s gaze as his eyes slide down my body, then back up, stopping on my breasts as usual.
“And he has a problem with what you’ve got on?”
I can tell by the gruff rasp in his voice that Kingston doesn’t have a problem with my outfit. Still, I cross my arms over my chest, blocking his view. “He also wanted to go over the plan.”
That seems to break the spell, and Kingston looks me in the eye, sighing as though he’s disappointed. “Plan? As in scaling Mount Rushmore?”
Based on his tone, he doesn’t find that nearly as amusing as I did when I came up with it. I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut when my daughter is with me. I sometimes forget that Bianca doesn’t understand exactly what is and isn’t appropriate to repeat.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds.”
“I was thinking it sounded hot,” he says, more heat glimmering in his dark gaze.
Clearly he has taken my attempt at a joke the wrong way. Desperate to redeem myself, I explain. “I told Spencer and Amber that I’d definitely be able to attend all home games. I can even bring Bianca to practice from time to time. Amber said I’d need to be more visible than that. Something about attending charity events with you. And she agreed with Spencer that I would probably need to beef up my wardrobe. Said if I’m supposed to be a woman trying to impress a man, I need to wear a dress.” I’m not entirely against wearing a dress, but I wasn’t all that happy that my own brother was giving me fashion advice.
“Visible how?”
I shrug. The last thing I want to go into is how Amber told me that it would be good if I could be seen out in public with Kingston. I told Amber I see Kingston all the time at the Penalty Box. Amber reiterated by telling me it needs to be in a setting that isn’t related to hockey. All good and fine, until Spencer spoke up. He had the balls to tell me it wouldn’t hurt if someone would catch me leaving Kingston’s house. I’m pretty sure he even used the term walk of shame .
The asshat.
“Like out on a date?” Kingston asks, frowning.
Exactly like that. “I guess.”
Kingston’s smile is slow and sexy and I have to look away.
“So, I get to take you out in public and flaunt you around? Prove that I’m into you?”
I’m totally confused. “You make it sound like you don’t know what’s going on.”
“I don’t,” he mutters.
That takes me by surprise. “I thought…”
“You thought what?” Kingston stares up at me, pinning me in place with his intense gaze. His smile has disappeared completely.
“I thought this was your idea.”
He laughs, but there isn’t an ounce of humor in it. “Not by a long shot.”
“Hey, Mount Rushmore! You sleeping or what? Get your ass back out here, man!”
I recognize the voice of the goalie coach, Russ Putnam. I glance out at the ice, realizing there are more players out there now. Then again, this is practice.
“I…uh…” I meet Kingston’s gaze again. “I’ll let you get back to it then.”
“We need to talk,” Kingston says, his voice low, tone serious. “You and me. If this is going to happen, it’ll be on my terms. Not Amber’s. And not your brother’s.”
I nod. “Understood.” I really had thought that Kingston was the one to suggest this. I’d even been a little flattered. Now that I know my brother is behind it all, I’m not sure how I feel.
“Holler
“Wine?” Kingston moves toward me, but I shift back, away from the rail.
“Yep. Lots and lots of wine.” No more wine. “Now, about this relationship thing...”
“Keep it up, little girl,” he says, his voice low, eyes dark.
Note to self, no more teasing the beast.
Thankfully, Kingston opts to change the subject. “Why’d you come down to talk to Optimus?”
“He wanted me to meet Amber and discuss a couple of upcoming events. Apparently, they’ve got some concerns about my wardrobe.”
I feel the heated caress of Kingston’s gaze as his eyes slide down my body, then back up, stopping on my breasts as usual.
“And he has a problem with what you’ve got on?”
I can tell by the gruff rasp in his voice that Kingston doesn’t have a problem with my outfit. Still, I cross my arms over my chest, blocking his view. “He also wanted to go over the plan.”
That seems to break the spell, and Kingston looks me in the eye, sighing as though he’s disappointed. “Plan? As in scaling Mount Rushmore?”
Based on his tone, he doesn’t find that nearly as amusing as I did when I came up with it. I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut when my daughter is with me. I sometimes forget that Bianca doesn’t understand exactly what is and isn’t appropriate to repeat.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds.”
“I was thinking it sounded hot,” he says, more heat glimmering in his dark gaze.
Clearly he has taken my attempt at a joke the wrong way. Desperate to redeem myself, I explain. “I told Spencer and Amber that I’d definitely be able to attend all home games. I can even bring Bianca to practice from time to time. Amber said I’d need to be more visible than that. Something about attending charity events with you. And she agreed with Spencer that I would probably need to beef up my wardrobe. Said if I’m supposed to be a woman trying to impress a man, I need to wear a dress.” I’m not entirely against wearing a dress, but I wasn’t all that happy that my own brother was giving me fashion advice.
“Visible how?”
I shrug. The last thing I want to go into is how Amber told me that it would be good if I could be seen out in public with Kingston. I told Amber I see Kingston all the time at the Penalty Box. Amber reiterated by telling me it needs to be in a setting that isn’t related to hockey. All good and fine, until Spencer spoke up. He had the balls to tell me it wouldn’t hurt if someone would catch me leaving Kingston’s house. I’m pretty sure he even used the term walk of shame .
The asshat.
“Like out on a date?” Kingston asks, frowning.
Exactly like that. “I guess.”
Kingston’s smile is slow and sexy and I have to look away.
“So, I get to take you out in public and flaunt you around? Prove that I’m into you?”
I’m totally confused. “You make it sound like you don’t know what’s going on.”
“I don’t,” he mutters.
That takes me by surprise. “I thought…”
“You thought what?” Kingston stares up at me, pinning me in place with his intense gaze. His smile has disappeared completely.
“I thought this was your idea.”
He laughs, but there isn’t an ounce of humor in it. “Not by a long shot.”
“Hey, Mount Rushmore! You sleeping or what? Get your ass back out here, man!”
I recognize the voice of the goalie coach, Russ Putnam. I glance out at the ice, realizing there are more players out there now. Then again, this is practice.
“I…uh…” I meet Kingston’s gaze again. “I’ll let you get back to it then.”
“We need to talk,” Kingston says, his voice low, tone serious. “You and me. If this is going to happen, it’ll be on my terms. Not Amber’s. And not your brother’s.”
I nod. “Understood.” I really had thought that Kingston was the one to suggest this. I’d even been a little flattered. Now that I know my brother is behind it all, I’m not sure how I feel.
“Holler
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