Page 58 of In His Skates

“I’m afraid so.” I hook my arm with Leigh’s and steer her away from the drunk cougar.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“You’re welcome.”

“You weren’t kidding about the handsy patrons. She pinched my ass.”

I grit my teeth. “I’m so sorry. I should have warned you about her. She’s definitely the worst of the lot.”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Did she ever do more than grab your ass?”

“No, we all know to give her a wide berth. She has not made it a secret that she wants to fuck players.”

“Disgusting. Please tell me that isn’t encouraged by the Royals’ administration.”

“It isn’t encouraged, but… they wouldn’t mind it either if it got the team more money.”

“I had no idea that happened to male athletes,” she muses.

“It’s a sick, sad world.”

“You can say that again.”

“Let’s hit the bar. I cannot survive the next hour sober.”

Her arm tenses against mine, and I expect her to shoot my idea down. Who knows? Maybe Leigh doesn’t drink. But she relaxes in the next second. “Yeah, I could drink something, but it has to be potent.”

“What’s your poison, sugar?”

She glances at me and smiles. “Tequila.”

22 LEIGH

One thing I didn’t foresee about being stuck in Keanu’s body is that my tolerance for alcohol would be greater. Normally, I’m drunk after two shots of tequila. I lost count of how many I drank before Keanu cut the evening short.

I still have a buzz when the driver drops us off at my house. I loosen the tie around my neck and get rid of the jacket. “I’m hungry. Do you want to eat something?”

“I could eat. But I need to get this dress off first.” He contorts his body, trying to reach the invisible zipper in the back, and almost loses his balance.

I laugh. “You’re drunk.”

“Look who’s talking. If I hadn’t dragged us out of the party, you would have danced on the bar counter.”

I snort. “I so wouldn’t have.”

He tries to get the zipper again. “Why are your clothes so fucking complicated, man?”

“Oh, let me get that for you.”

His eyes widen. “You want to help me undress?”

“Yeah. What’s the big deal? It’s my body.”

“I know that, but you’ve been trying damn hard to keep me from seeing it.”

I stop behind him and lower the zipper. “I know you’ve already looked.”

The dress falls into a heap at his feet, and now Keanu is standing in front of me wearing nothing but—I gasp—a pair of lacy black panties. “That wasn’t the underwear I picked for you.”