Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
I look over at Jaxon and I smile, seeing he’s got his ‘don’t fuck with me’ face on. I secretly want to warn Elliott, but I don’t say anything when I look over his shoulder and see him. Zane. His eyes are directly on me and my mouth goes dry. He comes to stand next to Jaxon. The light suddenly shines on him and I see his green eyes looking darker. “Hey,” he says, pulling out the chair next to Knox. “Nice to see you again.” He nods to me, and it feels like all eyes are on me.
“Um,” I say, picking up my wine glass and taking a sip before I talk, “it’s nice to see you again too.” I put the glass down. “I’m so sorry, but I forgot your name.” I make a face and look over at Jaxon. “I know he’s the coach but—” His eyes flicker and I can see his jaw get tight.
“Zane,” he supplies his name, and my nipples perk up as he extends his hand to Elliott, “I’m the Warriors’ head coach.”
Elliott reaches over and shakes his hand. “Wow, nice to meet you,” he says. “Good game tonight.”
“Thanks,” Zane’s voice is gruff, “but I wasn’t the one on the ice tonight.” He looks around at the players at the table and I see Knox move to the side, so Jaxon grabs a chair from the other table and sits down between them.
He shakes his head. “Nice win, lucky win.” I bite down on my teeth and want to tell him to just stop talking.
“A win is a win, right?” Zane’s eyes don’t leave him.
“This is my brother.” I hold up my hand to Jaxon. “Jaxon. Jaxon, this is Elliott.”
“Nice to meet you.” Jaxon gives the guy a nod and then looks up at the server, who stops by the table with a tray full of drinks. “Can I get a burger,” he holds up his hand, “and a salad on the side?”
“That’s gross.” I point to him. “You are going to eat the burger, might as well add some bacon to that and a plate of fries.”
“Well, not really,” Elliott says from beside me. “It’s about moderation.” I smile at him and turn to look at him. “He’s not depriving himself of having the burger, but he’s also not pushing it.”
“Exactly,” Jaxon agrees as I hear Zane.
“I’ll take the same with bacon and fries.” I try not to look at Zane, but my eyes are not in sync with my head, apparently. “So, Elliott,” he looks at the guy, “what do you do?”
“I’m a lawyer,” he replies and I smile a big fake smile. “Dealing with mergers and acquisitions.”
“How did you two meet?” Zane asks him and I look at him, biting my tongue.
“Ran into her in the coffee shop.” He looks at me and I stare into his brown eyes, waiting to feel that tug for me. And it comes up empty. Actually, the whole fucking night I’ve been trying to find something, anything, that excites me about him. I have to be honest, every single time I thought I felt something for him, his mouth just ruined it. Every time something happened or someone said something, he always had something to say.
“So you asked out a random stranger?” Jaxon grills him.
“Better than swiping right,” he chuckles, “if you get my drift.”
“I don’t,” Zane says, and I try not to glare at him.
“How did you like the game?” Jaxon leans back in his chair.
“It was good fun,” Elliott answers. “I’ve been to the arena often enough.” And here we go, I think to myself as I drain the glass of wine. “Our law office has box seats for the basketball games. We sometimes go for hockey.”
“Fun,” Zane deadpans and I think about maybe kicking him in the shin, but then I don’t even bother, because ignoring him is better than making a scene, “but you can’t compare basketball to hockey.”
“No offense,” Elliott says, and I think I hear all the girls at the table groan, because he’s been saying this fucking line all night long, “I’m more of a basketball type of guy.”
“Yeah,” Zane tosses out, “you look like it.” My mouth opens.
“You do,” Jaxon agrees next. “Hockey isn’t for everyone; you need heavy cardio for hockey.”
“I would think that isn’t the case,” Elliott disagrees.
“You would think wrong,” Zane grumbles. I hold my hands up and fold them in front of me, hiding my mouth that has my lips rolled together as I try to fight off the laugh.
“Have you ever played hockey before?” Jaxon asks him.
“I mean, how hard can it be?” Elliott quips and, I swear, I glance over and see Knox and Kirby looking like they want to say something but are biting their tongues. “It’s ice skating with a stick.”