Pucking Wild (Jacksonville Rays, #2)

by Emily Rath

“Can I at least make it gourmet?” she asks, willing to play along. “I could get on board with a good lobster mac and cheese. Give it a little crispy panko topping…maybe a drizzle of black truffle oil—” “Nope. Kraft blue box. Toss in some cut-up hotdogs if we’re feeling fancy.” “You’re breaking my heart, Ryan,” she replies with a sigh. “And here I thought this was love at first sight. Your hotdogs are ruining the fantasy.” “Ah, but you don’t believe in love at first sight,” I tease. She glances up sharply, her hand going stiff in mine. “What makes you think that?” “You do,” I reply, giving her hip a squeeze. “You may go around naked in other people’s houses, kissing strangers and hugging Al Pacino like an old friend, but you’re way too guarded to go falling for someone at a glance. This pretty package piqued your interest,” I add, gesturing confidently to myself. “But we’re a long way off from you confessing your undying love.” “Oh, but you think we’re on the path?” she teases, trying to match my casual tone. “You think you’re gonna get me down the aisle, Ryan? Future Mrs. Hockey Boy?” “Hey, you said it, not me.”