“Are you sure? I don’t want to cause any problems.”
“I have an allotted number of tickets per game. Consider them yours indefinitely.”
I rose on my tiptoes and brushed my lips over his. “Thank you.”
He gripped my hips for a moment before he sighed. “Goodnight, Keelie. Sleep sweet.”
I hated that he walked away, though it was for the best. Once my door was closed and locked, I leaned against it. Groaning, I tugged my phone from my pocket. I dialed Marian, though part of me didn’t want to share this with her.Maybe I should call Lisa instead.
“Hello?”
Too late to second-guess my choice.
“Want to join me for the Wildcatters game tomorrow?” I asked instead of a greeting.
“Hell yeah, I do! Are we going to be sitting in a certain someone’s section?”
“Cormac offered me his tickets, yes.”
“Bring a change of clothes,” Marian said. “Cute ones. You’re not going to the game in your teacher garb.”
“What’s wrong with my clothes?” I demanded.
“Everything. They’re baggy—”
“Comfortable.”
“Old, even threadbare—”
“So I don’t have to worry about paints or other things the kids spill on them.”
“Yeah, exactly. You need to wear something cute, not covered in glue and snot.”
I sighed, and we chatted for a few minutes, but I hung up, frowning. Even for Marian, that comment went too far. I sighed, shaking my head. Much as I didn’t want to admit it, she and I were growing apart. And Idefinitelyshould have called Lisa to be my plus-one.
Chapter16
Cormac
Nerves fluttered in my belly, but I tamped them down and lifted my chest, then my chin. As captain of the team, the guys needed me to be a solid presence. Still, my guts shifted and rolled.
“What’s with you?” Cruz, the hulking defenseman, asked.
“I don’t know.”Fuck. This was weird. I didn’t understand what was going on inside me.
He grabbed my chin, his rough, callused fingers scraping against the bristles I hadn’t bothered to shave off.
“You’renervous,” he said. His eyes widened. “Is someone hurt? What don’t we know?”
Other guys stopped what they were doing, the talking died down, and everyone turned to face me. I gritted my teeth.
“Nothing’s new with New York. We play the game the way Coach laid it out for us.”
“Hedoeslook nervous,” Nik said. He peered at me. “Green around the edges. Are you going to puke?”
I rose unsteadily. “Enough! I’m fine—”
“Just freaking out that the girl he likes finally agreed to come to the game.” Maxim offered a smirk as he adjusted his sweater.
