Guarding the Crease: An Opposites Attract Romance (The Playmakers Series Hockey Romances Book 9) by G.K. Brady

Guarding the Crease: An Opposites Attract Romance (The Playmakers Series Hockey Romances Book 9) by G.K. Brady

Author:G.K. Brady [Brady, G.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Trefoil Publishing
Published: 2023-07-11T23:00:00+00:00


Chapter 17

Bindweed and Other Family Ties

Wyatt tried to rein in his foul mood when he parked in front of Serena’s duplex. Besides trading a few texts about today, he hadn’t talked to her since the night he’d driven over to explain what had gone down in Chicago. That she seemed to have accepted his lame-ass quasi-apology and hadn’t backed out of their “date” was a win and one of the few bright spots in the past four days.

Taking her front steps two at a time, he was poised to ring her buzzer when her door opened, revealing the fresh-faced beauty smiling at him.

“Hey.” With that one simple word, she dissolved some of the spikes in his barbed-wire attitude.

He gave her a half-smile. “Hi. You ready to go?”

“Well, that depends.”

“On?” Do not tell me you’re backing out.

She pulled him inside by his wrist and shut the door. She executed a twirl, and her ponytail swished from one side of her neck to the other. “Is this good enough to make a favorable impression on your mother?”

“Um, twirl again, but slowly this time.” He wanted an extra moment to take in the whole dynamite package that was Serena Lambert.

Dressed in high-heeled black ankle boots, dark blue jeans that hugged and molded, and a silky cream blouse topped with a fitted black blazer, she wore class like a pair of custom-fitted leather gloves. Like the rest of her outfit, her few pieces of jewelry were understated and elegant. A plain silver pendant with a light blue stone the color of her eyes and matching dangly earrings complemented her chunky silver watch. Beyond that, she was all Serena, for which he sent a prayer of thanks to anyone who might be listening.

Halfway into her spin, with her back to him, he stopped her. “Hang on.”

She paused and glanced over her shoulder. “What? Did I sit in something?” She stuck her butt out and craned her neck for a better look.

Killing me here.

He closed the distance between them. “Yeah, just a little something here …” He ran his hand over her right ass cheek, pretending to brush something away, and his pecker stood up and looked around, ready for duty.

She gave his hand a swat—as she should have—and stepped away. “Stop that.” A lovely pink dusted her cheeks, and she tried to tuck a nonexistent strand behind her ear. “There wasn’t anything there, was there?”

“I guess not. My bad.”

“You better not be getting handsy with me, Tompkins. That was your one and only free pass.” She held up a forefinger and fake-glared at him, shooting an arrow of desire to the growing problem behind his jeans zipper.

“Sorry, not sorry. Maybe we should go over some ground rules. For instance, when we’re dancing, where can I put my hands? At dinner tonight, can I rest my arm along the back of your chair, maybe massage your shoulder or play with your hair?”

“W-why would you do that?”

“To look authentic for my mom. We’re supposed to be hot for each other, remember? We’re going to have to fake it good.



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