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“Yes, very much so.”
I sigh and let my eyes wander up and down that body again.
“That’s a damn shame.” I say it in Spanish first and then again in English.
“Hope he knows how lucky he is,” I add.
I turn, perusing the room one more time. Where did the man with the thick brown hair and firm jaw go? My feet falter slightly when my eyes reach the doorway. He’s staring at me. That man I walked in here hoping to see, and he seems pissed about something. The look in his eyes, he almost seems pissed at me. What the hell could I have done to him?
Just as quickly, his features shift, and he smiles. He was downstairs earlier, standing with the good-looking blond. Another man who belongs down on that ice. He is devastatingly gorgeous, and he knows it. And he is totally off limits. Straight. I knew from looking at him before. Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the view though.
“The anthems,” he says, moving closer. “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard. And believe me, I’ve heard both anthems a lot.”
I nod. Randall shoves his phone into my face, oblivious to the man who has just spoken to me. I scowl at him and shove his arm away.
“Gracias,” I say. “I appreciate that.”
His eyes light up. My accent is usually a surprise. Even watered down from a lifetime in the states, I can still bring the accent to forefront when I speak Spanish. Hell, everything about me is a surprise to most. That’s the beauty of it. That’s the fun. It’s also exhausting and hard to turn off.
He reaches his hand out. “I’m TJ.”
I look at his outstretched hand like it might burn me if I take hold of it. But I do. And it does. “Hi, TJ.”
He doesn’t let go of my hand immediately. Instead, he uses it to pull closer to me and…sniff.
That takes me aback and I release my grip on his strong hand and step out of sniffing range.
He chuckles.
“You smell good.” He steps back into my space. “You smell like me.”
My brows knit together. And despite myself, I accept the unofficial invitation to sniff him. He’s right. I do smell like him…the cologne part, anyway. The rest of it. Well, that’s all TJ. All thick brown hair and chiseled jaw and sex appeal and straight.
“You don’t look like you belong up here. Shouldn’t you be down there on the ice?”
He nods and smacks the lower half of one of his massive thighs. Even his tailormade suit can’t conceal the muscles.
“Knee injury.”
I nod. Do I say something to that? What do I say? Get well soon? That’s what I would say to a friend. TJ is not a friend. TJ is someone I just met and will never see again. It doesn’t matter that he is part of—okay, the main reason I stopped in here. He doesn’t need to know that. I step past him, getting yet another whiff of the earthy, woodsy-scented cologne we share. I like the way it smells. Of course I do. I bought it for myself. I like the way it smells on him a lot. What I don’t like? The way my body reacts to him. I can’t stand that it reacts at all. I step completely out of the doorway.
Don’t look back. Don’t look back.
But I do. And he catches me, and he grins. And oh shit, that grin. Another flutter in my stomach. Twitch in my groin.
Dammit.
I don’t do straight men…not again. I’m not anyone’s experiment. Been there, done that.
I definitely don’t do straight, sexy as fuck athletes who are total players. He knows how hot he is. He knew I would look back. Look away, Nandy, look away.
“Well, I hope you’re healed up soon.”
He nods, the grin still in place, turning to a knowing cocky ass smirk.
Chapter four
My eyes are fixed on the screen of the massive TV in my living room. And I can’t control the flinch every time TJ hits someone. And he does it a lot. It seems excessive. But nobody else seems bothered by it. Hell, sometimes they don’t even fall down.
