“Me too.” I turn, resting my ass against the sink. “You looked great out there. If you don’t make it to the All-Star Game, you’ve been robbed.”
“We’ll see.”
“I’ll campaign on your behalf.”
Cash laughs. “Calm down, Princess. If I don’t make it, it’s just a week I get to spend with you.”
“A full week of just us? Maybe I should campaign they don’t invite you.”
Cash leans down to kiss me. “You’re so easy to read.”
“I just want you.”
Only him.
Only Cash.
Just…him.
He’s burrowed his way inside me and I don’t know how I’m supposed to let him go in a few weeks’ time.
“We better get back out there.” One last kiss before he’s peeking his head out into the hall. “Coast is clear.”
Thank God for the privacy of the VIP section. I don’t care if anyone would have seen us, but we have to be cautious about Cash’s image. Even if he’s had glowing articles written about him in the paper.
I don’t think Cassie would approve of a sex scandal.
Right now, none of that matters.
Cash is what matters most.
Only Cash.
Chapter Twenty-One
CASH
“Cash. Do you have a minute?” Coach Barney asks as I skate off the ice.
“Sure.” I grab my water bottle and take a healthy swig. With the All-Star Game coming up, the coaches are pushing us harder in practice.
Like they think we’ll forget how to play hockey over a well-deserved break.
“I’ve got some good news for you.”
“Yeah?”
A rare smile stretches out across his face. “Looks like you’re coming with me to Nashville.”
His words settle over me as I understand their meaning. For once, guys want to go play in Music City.
“I made the All-Star team?”
Coach Barney claps me on the shoulder. “You, Troy, and Duncan.”
“Duncan?”
I can’t imagine the Douche making the All-Star team, but as much as I hate to admit it, he’s a good player. Selfish, but good.
