“Two peas in a pod.”
My eyes continue to stay focused on Bexley as she talks about work. Listening to her is mesmerizing. I could sit here and listen to her talk for hours. There’s something about the smooth cadence of her voice that sets me at ease.
I’ve never felt like this with anyone, so why am I feeling it with Bexley? With the one person I shouldn’t be feeling these things with?
“You know,” I cut in, “I don’t think it’s a bad thing you focus on work when you’re so passionate about it.”
“That’s one way to put it.”
“I’m serious,” I tell her. “You’re great at your job, and I don’t think you should shy away from that. If some guy can’t handle that, then he isn’t the guy for you.”
“Thanks, Nick.” Bexley reaches over and squeezes my forearm. It sends a rush of tingles through me. That’s new. And not an entirely unwanted feeling. She checks the time, and a sad look comes over her face. “I have a meeting at nine that I need to prep for.”
Glancing at my watch, I see how much time has flown by. “I should probably hit the weight room before practice today.”
Bexley points a finger at me. “I want my goalie in top shape for this season, so get to it.”
“On it, boss.” I laugh.
“You know,”—Bexley stands, leading me to the door in her office—“there is one plus side.”
“What’s that?”
“I hate to point it out, but you’re talking to me without hesitation.”
I shrug. “It’s easy to talk hockey.”
“And here we are supposed to be branching out from sports.”
Bexley’s laughter rings out in her office, and it makes me want to keep making her do it. I shouldn’t be so taken with this woman. We’re helping each other.
“Listen, why don’t you come over to my house next week? I know this whole thing might seem weird, but maybe figuring out how to help each other date other people might be easier if we’re not here.”
“Okay.”
I answer without any hesitation. I want more of Bexley. More of this side of her. I don’t know how I’m helping her, but if that’s the guise we’re both going with, I’ll keep playing along.
Because I’m not ready to give up Bexley.
Not when I only just got her.
Chapter Seven
NICK
This is going to be a lot harder than I thought.
After Bexley told me to come to her house, she texted me her address. I shouldn’t be surprised that she lives in one of the nicest parts of Denver. I drive through the neighborhood, taking note of the tree-lined streets with high fences that block the houses from view.
When I spot her address, I notice that Bexley’s house is more modest than I thought it would be. It’s an old brick house with black shutters and perfectly manicured flower beds out front.
Parking in the circular drive, I put the car in park and try to steady my nerves. I know this is better than meeting at the office—fewer prying eyes—but it’s a weird feeling to be at her house.
At my general manager’s house.
For dating lessons.Mutualdating lessons.
Yeah, I don’t think this is going to get any less weird.
