My nose wrinkles, and he grins, taking my hand and drawing me toward the metal detectors in front of the arena.
“Would it help if you told me all the food you want me to buy for you?”
I grin. “Maybe.”
He passes over the tickets to be scanned, ushers me ahead of him. “Definitely popcorn.”
“Absolutely.” I step inside when the security guard waves me forward. “And Swedish fish.”
“Huh?”
“What?” I ask, glancing back over my shoulder at him.
“I would have thought you’d be a KitKat girl.”
“Oh, that’s on my list too,” I say. “Along with nachos and Buncha Crunch and a hot dog and?—”
He stops, eyes going wide as they drag down and up my body.
It’s not like when he’s eating me up with his gaze, his desire burning into me.
It’s…shock.
“You’re serious?”
I stop, brow furrowing. “If it’s too much, I can buy my own snacks, handsome.”
“I—” A shake of his head. “Obviously I can afford your snacks. Hell, cookie, I could buy everyone in here their snacks and not see a difference in my bank account. It’s just…”
“Just what?
“Where the hell do you put it?”
“I’m sorry?”
“That’s enough junk food for an entire hockey team, and you’re the size of my pinky finger, so”—he tugs at a curl—“where the hell do you put it, gorgeous?”
I swat his chest lightly, open my mouth to demand my snacks, but then I see Jean-Michel rushing out of the area where the owner’s suites are. “What the?—?”
“What is it?” Jace asks, teasing immediately leaving his tone.
“I just saw Jean-Michel—” I look again, but I’ve lost him in the crowd. “His face?—”
“What?” he asks, and I realize I haven’t finished the sentences, too lost in looking for my boss.
“Worried, I guess.”
I pull out my phone, but there aren’t any missed calls or texts from my boss. “I?—”
Jace cups my jaw then brushes his lips over my forehead. “I’ll grab snacks. You go check on him.”
My heart squeezes. “I’m sure it’s fine. He’ll call me if he needs?—”
“Cookie.” My eyes go to his. “Go.”
I debate for one more second before I lift up on tiptoe and brush my lips over his. “Thank you.”
He presses my ticket into my hand and then he’s turning for the concession stand.
