Sweat has his shirt clinging to every muscle. It leaves very little to the imagination. Dark patterns of ink swirl on his arms. Black hair falls in front of his even blacker eyes. Light brown flecks flicker there.
Everything about Cash Williams is dark and closed off. Him talking to me startles me.
“You’re muttering to yourself over here.”
“I was not.”
I actually have no clue if I was. It tends to happen when I’m mad.
“Sure.” A slow smile plays on his lips. “Can I?”
He indicates to the pile of towels behind me. “Oh, sorry.”
“Thanks.”
I try to keep my eyes off him as he brushes past me. I feel his heat from his workout. He spends his morning in the training room with another trainer before hitting the ice.
Why I know his schedule, I don’t know.
But it’s hard not to notice Cash. The brooding looks pull me in. He’s the complete opposite of Duncan.
After the way things ended with Duncan a few weeks ago, the last thing I need is to start another relationship.
With one of his teammates no less.
“Have a good practice. Don’t overdo it.”
God, could I sound any lamer? It’s something I’d say to any one of the guys if they were in here, but saying it toCash? It makes me sound like the dumb blonde everyone thinks I am.
Cash doesn’t respond or look at me as he leaves the room. I blow out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
Why are nerves overtaking me at one hockey player looking at me?
He is not in my plans. I need to push past it. Ignore Cash Williams and the fluttery feelings in my stomach. It’s not like he sees me anyway.
My focus needs to be on the other hockey players. The ones that don’t distract me.
Not Cash Williams.
Because nothing good can come of having a crush on him.
Nothing good at all.
Chapter Three
CASH
“Cash, when you’re done with practice today, can I see you in my office?”
Ugh, what now?
Cassie approaches from her end of the hall as I’m getting ready to hit the ice.
“I thought we didn’t have to do this anymore.”
“Oh, Cash, my dear. No, no, no.” Her face has a maniacal twist to it. “You don’t think so, but it needs to be done.”
“Does it really?”
