that his shoulder touched Rainey’s bare one, making Mark grind his teeth. “How about I buy you another drink?” the slimeball asked.
“No, thank you,” Rainey said. “I’m with someone.”
“I don’t see him.”
“Right here.” Mark stepped in between them, sliding an arm along Rainey’s shoulders. “Let’s go.”
She stared up at him. “Not with you, you… you date wrecker.”
The situation didn’t get any better when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and came face to face with Slimeball, who said, “I think the lady is making herself pretty clear.”
“This doesn’t involve you,” Mark told him.
“She was just about to agree to come home with me.”
“No she wasn’t,” Rainey said, shaking her head. At the movement, she put her fingers on her temples, as if she’d made herself dizzy. “Whoa.”
Slimeball opened his mouth, but Mark gave a single shake of his head.
The guy was a couple of inches shorter than Mark and at least twenty pounds heavier. He was bulky muscle, the kind that would be slow in a fight, but Mark was pretty sure it wouldn’t come to that. He waited, loose-limbed and ready…and sure enough, after a moment, the guy backed away.
“I’m taking you home, Rainey,” Mark said. “Now.”
“I’ve never been spoils of war before.”
Shaking his head, Mark slipped an arm around her waist and guided her outside. The night was a cool one, and as they stepped into it, Rainey shivered in spite of her shawl. Shrugging out of his jacket, Mark wrapped it around her shoulders. “Pretty dress,” he said.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t tell you how beautiful you look?”
“I’m trying to stay mad at you.” She wobbled, and he pulled her in tighter, breathing in her soft scent, which was some intoxicating combination of coconut and Rainey herself.
But she backed away. “Don’t use those hands on me,” she said, pointing at him. “Because they’re magic hands.” She pressed her own palms to her chest as if it ached. “They make me melt, and I refuse to melt over you, Mark Diego.”
“Because…?”
“Because…” She pointed at him again. “Because you are very very very verrrrrrryyyyyy bad for me.”
He didn’t have much to say to that. It happened to be a true statement. Even if he wanted to give her what she was looking for, how could he? The hockey season took up most of his year, during which time he traveled nonstop and was entrenched in the day-to-day running of an NHL team. If he wasn’t at a game, he was thinking about the next one, or the last one, or he was dealing with his players, or planning game strategies, or meeting with the owners or the other coaches… It was endless. Endless and—
And it was bullshit.
The truth was he could make the time. If he wanted.
If a woman wanted…
Granted, a woman would have to want him pretty damn bad to put up with the admittedly crazy schedule, but others managed it. People all around him managed it.
And Jesus, was he really thinking this? Maybe he’d had the wine instead of Rainey. But ever since he’d left Santa Rey all those years ago, he’d felt like he was missing a part of himself.
Someone had once asked him if the NHL had disillusioned him at all, and he’d said no. He’d meant it. He hadn’t been disillusioned by fame and fortune in the slightest. But he did have to admit, having a place to step back from that world, a place where he was just a regular guy, was nice. Real nice.
And wouldn’t his dad love hearing that.
“You should have left me alone tonight,” Rainey said, standing there in the parking lot.
Looking down in her flushed face, he slowly nodded. “I should have.”
From the depths of her purse, her cell phone vibrated. It took her a minute to find it and then she squinted at the readout. “Crap. It’s my mom. Shh, don’t tell her I’m drunk.”
He laughed softly as she stood there in the parking lot and opened the phone.
“Hey, Mom, sorry I missed your
“No, thank you,” Rainey said. “I’m with someone.”
“I don’t see him.”
“Right here.” Mark stepped in between them, sliding an arm along Rainey’s shoulders. “Let’s go.”
She stared up at him. “Not with you, you… you date wrecker.”
The situation didn’t get any better when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and came face to face with Slimeball, who said, “I think the lady is making herself pretty clear.”
“This doesn’t involve you,” Mark told him.
“She was just about to agree to come home with me.”
“No she wasn’t,” Rainey said, shaking her head. At the movement, she put her fingers on her temples, as if she’d made herself dizzy. “Whoa.”
Slimeball opened his mouth, but Mark gave a single shake of his head.
The guy was a couple of inches shorter than Mark and at least twenty pounds heavier. He was bulky muscle, the kind that would be slow in a fight, but Mark was pretty sure it wouldn’t come to that. He waited, loose-limbed and ready…and sure enough, after a moment, the guy backed away.
“I’m taking you home, Rainey,” Mark said. “Now.”
“I’ve never been spoils of war before.”
Shaking his head, Mark slipped an arm around her waist and guided her outside. The night was a cool one, and as they stepped into it, Rainey shivered in spite of her shawl. Shrugging out of his jacket, Mark wrapped it around her shoulders. “Pretty dress,” he said.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t tell you how beautiful you look?”
“I’m trying to stay mad at you.” She wobbled, and he pulled her in tighter, breathing in her soft scent, which was some intoxicating combination of coconut and Rainey herself.
But she backed away. “Don’t use those hands on me,” she said, pointing at him. “Because they’re magic hands.” She pressed her own palms to her chest as if it ached. “They make me melt, and I refuse to melt over you, Mark Diego.”
“Because…?”
“Because…” She pointed at him again. “Because you are very very very verrrrrrryyyyyy bad for me.”
He didn’t have much to say to that. It happened to be a true statement. Even if he wanted to give her what she was looking for, how could he? The hockey season took up most of his year, during which time he traveled nonstop and was entrenched in the day-to-day running of an NHL team. If he wasn’t at a game, he was thinking about the next one, or the last one, or he was dealing with his players, or planning game strategies, or meeting with the owners or the other coaches… It was endless. Endless and—
And it was bullshit.
The truth was he could make the time. If he wanted.
If a woman wanted…
Granted, a woman would have to want him pretty damn bad to put up with the admittedly crazy schedule, but others managed it. People all around him managed it.
And Jesus, was he really thinking this? Maybe he’d had the wine instead of Rainey. But ever since he’d left Santa Rey all those years ago, he’d felt like he was missing a part of himself.
Someone had once asked him if the NHL had disillusioned him at all, and he’d said no. He’d meant it. He hadn’t been disillusioned by fame and fortune in the slightest. But he did have to admit, having a place to step back from that world, a place where he was just a regular guy, was nice. Real nice.
And wouldn’t his dad love hearing that.
“You should have left me alone tonight,” Rainey said, standing there in the parking lot.
Looking down in her flushed face, he slowly nodded. “I should have.”
From the depths of her purse, her cell phone vibrated. It took her a minute to find it and then she squinted at the readout. “Crap. It’s my mom. Shh, don’t tell her I’m drunk.”
He laughed softly as she stood there in the parking lot and opened the phone.
“Hey, Mom, sorry I missed your
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