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“Only when my damsel-in-distress radar goes off.” “Oh, and I suppose that makes you Prince Charming?” “Sorry, princess, but I’m definitely no prince.”
“You know, if I was your boyfriend, I’d answer your calls and I’d drive you to parties.”
“But you have a good night, Sunshine. I hope I proved to you not all hockey players are pigs.”
Maybe she thought I hadn’t heard her at the ice rink. Or that I didn’t recognize her. Impossible. Violet wasn’t the kind of girl you forgot.
“I mean, I haven’t done anything yet, but I’ve got a couple of hockey sticks in my truck if you want to do some real damage?”
“Thanks for the ride,” I said as Reed turned off the ignition. “And for bringing me my bag . . . and for helping with the car.” I was yammering. “Uh, just, thanks.” Reed nodded. “Anytime, Sunshine.”
started to peel Reed’s jacket from my arms, already dreading the cold and missing the subtle scent of his aftershave that coated it. But Reed stopped me. “Keep it on until you get inside.” I rolled my eyes. “I’ll be inside in two seconds. Surely, you must be cold.” “Nah, the Darlings are part snowman, so I’m good.” One side of his mouth lifted, giving him a crooked smile, which revealed the barest hint of a dimple. It softened him somehow. Who knew devils had dimples. “Besides, it looks better on you than it ever has on me,” he added.
“Thanks,” was all I could bring myself to say in response, and even that came out in a hushed whisper. “Just kiss her already,” Parker yelled from the car. “And on that note, I need to go pummel my brother,” Reed said with an awkward laugh. “Enjoy the rest of your weekend.” “You too, Reed.”
There were a few things I was certain of though. I was right; hockey players were pigs. My mom was right; jocks couldn’t be trusted. And Reed was right; I deserved better.
“Reed.” Violet startled as she came out of the office and found me leaning against the wall by the door. “Hey, Sunshine,” I said, giving her a smile as I stood tall. “It’s good to see you again.”
It was hard not to flinch, and I seriously began to wonder whether my dreams of playing in the NHL were worth it.
“Have a good night, Sunshine.”
“Pretty sure the only time growling is allowed is in one of those dirty books Mom likes to read,” he replied. “Back me up here, Gray.”
“I hope you’re talking about my big heart there, Sunshine.”
“I’m glad to hear it, Sunshine.”
“Well, you don’t scare me, Reed Darling.” “Good,” he said. “You’re the last person I’d ever want to scare.”
“Okay, fine. My balls are in Bermuda. I’m not going to tell Violet how I feel and risk ruining everything.”
“You look gorgeous.”
“You can call me whatever you want, Sunshine. As long as you call me yours.”
