She may pretend to hate me, but I know she doesn’t, not truly. Sure, she’s pissed off about that Vegas trip, and rightfully so, but if I got her attention once, who’s to say I can’t get it again?
And this time I won’t throw it away.
This time, I’ll be the man she deserves.
No, Iamthe man she deserves.
Smiling at people as I pass but avoiding any attempts at conversation, I make my way through the suite.
Sutton’shere, at my favorite event for my favorite fucking team. I’ve never seen her at a Bruins game before. That has to mean something.
Either she’s here because the universe is intent on fucking with me…
Or she’s here because we’re meant to give this thing a shot.
I move quickly toward the level below, searching for that head of wavy brown hair as I make my way through the crowd.As soon as I stop in the general area she was in when I spotted her from above, something happens on the field and the crowd erupts in cheers and applause.
Fuck, I missed another impressive play.
But now that everyone’s standing, it’s impossible to find her. I frown as I scan the crowd—
“Yikes. Who crapped in your cereal?”
Relieved, I turn toward the sound of Sutton’s voice. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”
Her smile falls. “I haven’t seen my mother since I was five years old,” she deadpans.
I swallow hard, scrubbing a hand through my hair. “Jesus, Sutton, I’m—”
Her lips quirk up into a gorgeous smile. “I’m fucking with you. I’ve worked through that trauma in therapy.” She pats my chest with one hand as she brings a beer to her lips with the other, then proceeds to drink half of the pint in one go.
My eyes widen as I watch her throat work around each swallow. My hand twitches, the memory of what it felt like to press against that slender neck etched into the very skin of each finger.
She brings the glass away from her mouth, licking the beer from her lips, then her brows furrow as she holds my gaze. “You’re doing it again.”
I swallow, trying to dislodge the thickness from my throat. “Hm?”
“You’re looking at me like…” She frowns.
“Like what, Sutton?”
Eyes narrowing, she searches my face.
“Speak your mind.”
Her eyes flick up to mine, narrowing briefly. “Sometimes you look at me like…” She giggles awkwardly. “Like you’re going to eat me alive.” She swallows hard, then drags her teeth overher bottom lip, that crease of contemplation appearing between her brows.
Fuck me.I have to change the subject. “How many of those have you had?” I point to the beer.
Sutton laughs. “Not enough to let you eat me alive, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
I choke on a laugh and quickly break into a coughing fit, drawing the attention of the people walking past.
Grinning, Sutton asks, “What are you doing here?”
When I can compose myself enough to speak, I motion toward the field. “Aside from the whole sports agent thing, this is my team.”
Sutton’s eyes narrow, then she nods, as if accepting my answer. “Huh.”
