Page 70 of Fall For Me
I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck. “You really think I can do it?”
“I don’t think there’s a single thing you can’t do,” he says as the wind picks up, whipping my hair around us. “Damn, you smell amazing. What is that?”
Blushing, I bury my face into his chest. It’s embarrassing really, but I swallow down the emotion and look back up into his eyes. “I wanted something that reminded me of the garden in Vegas. I found this apothecary in Manhattan, Luna Sage, and the owner created a custom perfume specifically for me. Want to know what we named it?”
“What?”
“Rebel.”
He closes his eyes, pressing his forehead to mine, then he leans back, swiping my hair back from my face, and gazes into my eyes. “Te amo.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means it’s beautiful,” he says.
“Why do you lie to me? I know that’s not what you said. I swear, while I’m recovering, I’m learning Spanish. I just can’t with you.”
Laughing, he trails the back of his hand down my arm, threading his fingers through mine. “God help me if you learn Spanish. You ready to go back inside?”
“I guess.”
He leads me back to my chair, then sits down and addresses my family, pinning them with a look that warns them to abort any further conversation about me coaching. “I think it’s best that we let Hannah get through her surgery and recovery before asking her to make anymore life-changing decisions.”
Aspen and Dad both nod in agreement, and the rest of dinner is filled with laughter and light conversation. When everything begins to wind down, I gather plates, taking them to the kitchen to clean up. Rounding the corner, I catch sight of Dad with his hand on Sean’s shoulder. I can’t quite hear what he’s saying, but they're both laughing. I make my way to the sink, watching them out of the corner of myeye, but then focus back on my task when Sean heads my way, rolling up his sleeves to help me with the dishes.
Sir, if you’re looking to get laid, that’s one way to do it.
“After this, you want to go do something?”
“I might be able to be convinced.” I smirk at him over my shoulder. “What did you have in mind?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see . . .”
Twenty-One
Hannah
“Time out. Time out,” Sean calls out, making a T with his hands.
“What? Why? Is the big, bad goalie scared I’m gonna beat him at his own game?”
“No. The big, bad goalie just really wants to kiss you.” He grins, crowding me against the boards.
“When did you become so sweet?” I giggle against his lips as he dusts them across mine in a feather like kiss.
In a flash, he’s gone with the puck.
Bastard!
“Hey! That’s cheating!” I chase after him, the sound of our blades cutting across the ice and laughter trailing behind us.
He spins around, taunting me. “Come on, Rebel. You said you could skate circles around me.”
“What do you think I’ve been doing for the past hour?”
I pump my legs harder to catch up with him, each breath a little puff cloud, fading into the cold air. My stick clacks against his as I reach around and steal the puck, pulling it to my backhand. He tries totake it back, but I move it to my forehand, flip it up onto my blade and give it a few bounces, moving my stick out of his reach.
“Oh, now you’re just showing off.”
