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“Then how would you like me to interview you?” Jessa asked softly, pushing at hair that wouldn’t stay behind her ear.
“Like this is our first date.”
“First date?” she squeaked.
“Is it not? We’re getting to know each other, we’re in a public place, and we’re sharing delicious-looking scones and hot drinks.” I reached forward for her tea and my coffee. “I would consider this a date, wouldn’t you?”
Her cheeks warmed. “I didn’t know it was a date. I thought it was an interview.”
She accepted the cup of tea from me and took a careful sip of the hot liquid.
“Well, I’d like for it to be our first date. I don’t mind you taking notes, but I want this to feel…natural.”
Jessa placed her teacup on the table, and she leaned back in her seat fully, her posture lax. “This better?”
“God, yes,” I chuckled. “Now I want to know aboutyourhockey career. What brought you to Power Play?”
Jessa’s lips parted, and she looked stumped, as if she wasn’t used to being asked to talk about herself. Surely, this gorgeous girl had been on a bunch of dates before and would have a small biography about herself practically rehearsed.
“I’ve always loved hockey because…my dad loved hockey. He was my best friend. He owned the Hartford senior men’s team for a little while and would take me to games all the time. Hockey has been my entire life, but this job kind of…fell into my lap. I had just finished my business degree and had planned to apply for sports management when a friend of my dad’s had been chatting with Andrew, my boss, and I was brought up…and I didn’t really have to apply.”
I hung onto every word. Every single, slow word she spoke, as if the topic of herself made her uncomfortable. She reached for her tea again, taking another sip, and then met my gaze.
“That’s incredible,” I answered honestly.
My response made her grimace, and she shook her head. “Not incredible. Incrediblyboring, maybe, but not incredible.”
“I think you’re incredible.”
“You don’t know me.”
“I’m trying,” I chuckled. “I want more, Jessa.”
“Morewhat?”
“More of you.”
CHAPTER9
JESSA
More of you.
Was he serious right now?
He couldn’t have been serious…
My mouth opened and closed like a fish blowing bubbles in a tank. I was floundering, totally out of my element, and…
Scared.
I didn’t date. I had never had a boyfriend; I was as naïve and dumb as they came. No one had wanted to date me in high school, or college, and certainly not now.
Zach did.
He was looking at me with crystal-clear blue eyes that hid nothing. He was genuine, or at least he appeared to be. He also appeared to be interested in me.
Why?
