“How are they getting home? I mean, they will look for me.”
“No, I told Knox and your friend Lorelai to make sure he got them all home safe, and I told him you were coming with me. You’re good.”
He backed out of the spot and sped away before I could protest and took a sharp right turn at the end of the street.
I was a little afraid to be alone with Dylan after the other night. It wasn’t because I was afraid of him, but more because I wanted him to do those things to me again. But to my surprise and disappointment, he was on his best behaviour. His hands hadn’t drifted to my body once while we were in the car or now as we walked along the water’s edge and ate pizza. He was talkative, sharing things about his dad and his childhood.
“So, how did you end up playing hockey?”
“My dad had me on skates basically the second I could walk and started me with hockey almost immediately. I loved it, so Dad just invested in me. By the time I was in my teens, I was one of the fastest on the ice, and I could handle a stick.”
I couldn’t help but smile.
“What’s that smile for?”
My cheeks heated as he looked over at me, giving me a wink.
“You caught that.” He smiled.
“What about you? What are you in school for?”
“I’m going through for the sports therapy program over at Victoria University. Lorelai as well.”
“Ahhh, so I’ll know someone who can fix my injuries and nurse me back to health. That’s always important.” He winked.
“I’m sure you already have access to those people.”
“I do, but I think I like your touch a little better.” He winked, once again causing me to smile and grow quiet, but the second he noticed, he started talking about hockey once again.
Soon he was sharing plays from his last game and hockey terms with me, trying to teach me a few things. When I admitted I’d never watched a hockey game, his jaw dropped.
“Like never ever?” he asked, shock lining his voice.
“Never ever.”
“How can that be? I mean, Walker is your brother. He told me he watches every game.”
“He does, and when he did that while we were growing up, I’d leave the room. I just never had a reason or an interest.” I shrugged, wiping my mouth with a napkin and throwing it in the garbage.
“Well, I think we are immediately going to fix that. A girl of mine needs to be invested in every one of my games. Plus, I’m your interest now.”
“Who says I’m your girl? I questioned as we approached his car.
“Well, think what you want, but you are my girl.”
“So cocky.”
He smiled and opened the car door, but said nothing while waiting for me to climb in. Once he was in the driver’s seat, he sped off through the city, finally pulling into one of the newest high-rises in Vancouver. It was a building I’d always wanted to go into as well, just because of the architecture, but had never had a reason to.
“You live here?” I questioned, looking up at the tall high-rise from the passenger’s seat.
He chuckled. “I do. I don’t spend a substantial amount of time here, what with being on the road all the time, but it’s home when I’m here and during off season. Come on.”
I climbed out of the car and followed him over to the elevator. Once inside, he pressed the button for the thirty-seventh floor and the elevator shot to the top in what seemed like seconds.
“You’re on the top floor?”
“Yep, I think you are going to love the view. You can see all the way to Victoria on a clear night.”
