I needed to talk to Charles in London. There was still a chance I wouldn’t have to tie myself to Jason Isner forever.
“So, I have something for you,” he said.
I raised an eyebrow.
That dangerous dimple popped in his cheek. “Not yet, Doc. You’ll get the good stuff when the time is right.”
I almost dislocated my eyeballs in not rolling them.
He unpocketed his phone, which he really shouldn’t take on the ice, but the Three Wise Men had rules about checking because of their ancient bones. Tilly’s sweet face popped into my head. Butterfly stickers and friendship bracelets.
He passed the phone to me.
On the screen was something like a medical report. My pulse sped up as awareness dawned.
“Is this … a semen analysis?”
“Figured I’d give you some idea of the quality you’re dealing with. See those results?” He pointed generally at the screen. “Top of the range, Doc.”
He was correct. These results indicated very healthy numbers for volume, concentration, motility, and morphology. Any sample from this man would be A+.
Aiming for a polite aloofness, anything to calm my heartbeat, I passed back the phone. “Thank you for getting the test done. It will certainly save time, if that’s the route I take.”
He placed his hands on the wall. “I’m not gonna ask where your head’s at, Francesca, though I’m pretty sure I have some idea.”
The ego on the man. “Oh, really? How are you so sure?”
He leaned in, his breath close to my cheek. “Because you didn’t say no.”
He was right. If I’d thought this a terrible idea, I would have dismissed it outright. But I didn’t. Now here he was with the full court press and the sperm analysis, practically a love note for a science nerd like me. Not to mention a woman in a hormonal riot fest.
Nimbly, he scaled the rink wall in a foxy-fast nanosecond, though he could have gone through the gate. It was right there!
“You know where to find me.” And then he was gone.
Chapter Thirteen
Jason
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Me
So we might want to put Super Kid’s name down for pre-school sooner than later. Tilly went to Riverbrook Montessori.
Doc
You mean the child that doesn’t exist yet?
Me
The waiting lists are a mile long. We don’t want our BZ falling behind.
Doc
BZ?
Me
