His grin was obnoxious. “I’ve had my dick in you. Ain’t no strangers here.”
“Shhh,” she hissed out, looking around. “I’m not like that. I don’t do that. Or this.”
“Go on a date with another shifter. You’re literally not doing anything scandalous.”
“A date?”
“I’m going to go pay for your ticket now,” he said.
“I refuse to go in if you pay.”
“Moira,” he gritted out, turning to her. “Do you like me?”
Moira froze under the intensity of his bright gaze.
“Well, do you?” he asked.
“Like you how?”
“Like me in any capacity. Even one percent?”
She didn’t want to answer. She wanted to say no just to be stubborn, but shifters could hear lies.
He wasn’t letting her out of this though. “I like you just fine.”
“Great. I haven’t spent Valentine’s Day with anyone in a while, and you haven’t either, so what do you say we just have fun tonight? Hmm? And when you leave, you owe me nothing. You don’t have to speak to me ever again if you don’t want to. But for today, can we just have fun? When are you leaving town?”
“Tomorrow.”
His smile disappeared instantly. “Tomorrow?”
She huffed a breath of frustration and pulled him farther to the side to get out of the way of the people filing in the door to pay at the ticket table. “Yes, tomorrow. The UnValentine’s Day celebration is over. I head to the airport on the eleven o’clock shuttle tomorrow morning.”
His dark eyebrows drew downward. “Why did I think you were going to be here for a few more days?”
Moira shrugged, looking around. This talk was making her sad and frustrated, but she couldn’t pinpoint why. She didn’t want to talk about leaving.
“Okay,” he said softly. “Okay. Can I give you a ride to the airport tomorrow?” he asked. “I have time. All I have scheduled is a couple ATV tours in the afternoon.”
She searched his eyes. He was so nice for a bear shifter. Moira didn’t like that sadness was filling the air between them. “I like you a lot, okay?”
The smile returned to his lips just slightly, and he nodded. “I knew it.”
She rolled her eyes. “You may touch me in public three times. I give you permission.”
“And let me pay for your ticket.”
She sighed. “And you can pay for my ticket if you allow me to pay for the snacks.”
“Deal.” He offered his hand for a shake and said, “The handshake doesn’t count as one of my touches.”
She allowed a soft giggle as she shook his hand.
“I like you too,” he told her as he led her to the ticket table. A burly lady with two braids and a permanent looking scowl on her face glared at them. “Twelve bucks.”
Cam paid and then led her down a wide hallway and to a set of double doors. There was an ice rink in the middle of thecavernous room, and to the left were some bleachers to sit on. He searched the stands.
A brunette lit up like a Christmas tree and waved at him, then gestured to a seat beside her.
