I raised my eyebrows in question. He sighed. “She propositioned Max. He declined. She…didn’t take that well.”
My brows pinched. “Oh, no.”
“Are you two close?” Cormac asked.
Another wave of discontent rolled through me. “We met in college. She never had many friends. I know she can be sharp…” I turned to face him. “I’m sorry she embarrassed Maxim.”
“Your friend stomped off, but she didn’t seem overly upset. I planned to tell you.”
“Okay. Thanks. What about Maxim?”
“Max doesn’t get embarrassed. At least I’ve never seen it. And don’t worry. We’ve all had practice turning down women.” He glanced at me from the corner of his eye. “Some of us way more than others.”
“Hmmm…”
“For the record, you’re the only woman I want to spend time with.” He raised our clasped hands and kissed mine again.
Desire ignited there and spread outward. “Okay.”
We walked along in silence. My concern weighing on the moment. “You sure you don’t want to go to the bar with your teammates?” I asked.
“I’m sure. I’m right where I want to be.”
This man charmed me so effortlessly.
“Thank you for coming tonight,” he said. “Having you in the stands, cheering for me…that meant a lot.”
I practically bounced along next to him as I relived the goal he’d scored, my excitement shoving aside my concerns about Marian. “Are you kidding? That was so exciting! Man, the adrenaline rush.”
He smiled, his face partially in shadows. “Did you play sports as a kid?”
My good mood fizzled a bit. “I mean, the ones at school. I was very good at dodgeball.”
“You seem like you have a favorite sport. Let’s hear it.”
I released a long breath. “I always wanted to play golf.”
“Golf? Huh. I would have pictured you as a runner or a swimmer.”
With a shrug, I said, “I tried both—casually in elementary school before you had to pay all the money for select teams. I ran some in college because they gave me a scholarship, but we didn’t have enough extra money for swimming fees for me to be on a private team, so it wasn’t ever really an option.”
“I knew you were a runner.”
I frowned. “How?”
“Those sexy legs.” He leered at my lower half.
I laughed.
“And I saw your trophies,” Cormac said.
That made more sense.
“Isn’t golf pricey?” He squeezed my hand gently, as if to soften the blow.
“It is. I’ve only played a few times, but I love it. I love being outside, the strategy, the different clubs, whacking the ball—all of it.”
He smiled. “I bet you’re cute in a golf shirt and those weird knicker thingies they wear.”
