game this year.”
“Since when is a pilot part of emergency services?”
“I’m also a reserve ambulance attendant. Two of my oldest friends play on the same league so they let me stay.”
“Sounds like fun.” She glanced at him. “So, you’ll need time off?”
“Yeah. But it’s months away. There’s lots of time.”
At the end of an hour they were both breathing heavily. She didn’t know when it had happened but slowly she’d let go of her control and he’d matched her. Now they were both putting a little effort into the practice and she was having fun.
When the clock showed it was eleven o’clock she realized the time had flown by. Usually by the end of practice she was fighting boredom.
Not tonight.
“That was fun,” she said.
“It was. And you are a hell of a lot better than ‘not bad.’ You could beat half the guys on my team.”
“Thanks.”
He skated up until he was standing in front of her, blocking her exit. “Want to go for a beer?”
“Is that what you do with your buddies after practice?” She removed her pink helmet, gave her head a shake so her ponytail settled down her back.
“Sometimes.”
She glared up at him. “I am not your buddy.”
Little puffs of white came out of her mouth as she said the words. She was still breathing fairly hard. This was the best workout she’d had in months.
“I know. But I can’t figure out what the hell you are. My coworker? My boss? My hockey practice partner?” He shook his head. “Not what I want you to be.” His eyes seemed to caress her face and she felt warmth all around her in spite of the cold rink.
Her heart jumped stupidly. “No?”
“No.”
There was a slight buzzing sound coming from the industrial lights above them, otherwise the world was cold and silent. She said, “What do you want me to be?”
He moved closer, so smooth on the ice she’d barely noticed. “I want to be your lover.”
Even as her heart skipped a beat, she said, “You’ve got a funny way of showing it. You act like the other night never happened.”
She felt his gaze increase in intensity. “Oh, it happened. And it’s going to happen again.”
He wrapped one arm around her, pulled her closer and kissed her.
His lips were cold and he tasted of sweat, but she didn’t care. In seconds they were warm and as seductive as she remembered. A tiny sound came out of her throat and she slid forward, so close their skates touched. It had been so long since she’d felt this potent rush of want, need and passion that wouldn’t be denied. Her last relationship, with the dentist, had ended six months ago when he’d got a better offer and relocated to Minneapolis. She had missed him a little. They’d managed a few weekends together and then he’d asked her to move to be with him, and she knew then that she didn’t care enough about him to give up her life here in Spruce Bay. Frankly, she doubted she’d ever love a man enough to leave her home, her job and her family. Which made Max a tantalizingly attractive prospect.
He worked in her business, lived right on the property. Her grandmother would be thrilled.
Which was exactly why she had to be so careful.
That’s what her rational mind was thinking.
Her body was reminding her that she was a young, healthy woman and she hadn’t had sex in almost six months.
She pulled away from the sexiest mouth she had ever kissed. “I have to shower,” she said, knowing it ought to be a cold one.
Max flashed his killer grin. “Me, too. But I don’t want to let you go.”
“I’m not going far.”
He tilted his head to the side, arms still loosely wrapped around her. “Come back to my place?”
She shook her head. “Everybody in town would know by breakfast time tomorrow.”
“Then take me back to your place.”
She bit her lip, wishing she could, knowing she shouldn’t. “I can’t. The crew will figure it out right away.”
“No, they won’t. They’ll come to work in the morning and I’ll already be hard at it. They’ll think I’m a keener, a brown-noser. Not that I spent the night with you.”
She’d wanted to know that he still thought about her, still found her attractive. But now that he was suggesting a night in her bed she felt suddenly unsure.
He gazed at her evenly. “I’m not that guy, you know. The one who boasts about his conquests.”
Instinctively, she knew he was telling the truth. She shook her head. “It’s not that. I just—” She let out a breath that puffed like smoke in the cold rink. “It’s a small town. We work together. What if—”
He kissed her before she could finish the sentence. When he pulled away, he said, “What if you stop worrying so much about the future and think about enjoying the present.”
Oh, how she wanted to. She knew somehow that he’d be amazing in bed. It was the way he looked at her, as though he genuinely appreciated and enjoyed women. The way he moved, athletic and graceful. The way he kissed.
She was a young woman in her prime and she loved sex. Right now she was so hot she was grateful that the rink was cool enough to stop her from exploding on the spot.
Finally, she said, “I’m not ready.” And found, in spite of the incredibly strong attraction between them, that it was true. She wasn’t ready.
Instead of arguing, as she’d half expected him to, he said, “I understand. But, just so you know, I am so ready I can hardly stand it.”
She smiled, because she was flattered and horny and enjoying the feeling of being attracted to a man for the first time in a while.
He took off his right-hand glove, reached out and touched her face. “When you’re ready, all you have to do is lift a finger, an eyebrow, a strand of hair, and I’ll be there.”
She chuckled, thinking of all the times it got windy in Spruce Bay. “A strand of hair, huh?”
“Figuratively speaking,” he replied with dignity.
“Okay.”
“Go shower. I’ll meet you out front. At least let me walk you to your car.”
He was so old-fashioned in some ways that it made her smile. “Deal.”
As they walked out together, he said, “Any more messages from your former manager?” He glanced pointedly at the spot where the word SLUT had been scrawled on the rear window of the Yukon Max’s first night in town.
“No. But he’s asked me to meet with him.”
Max’s brows rose. “Not his lawyer?”
“No. He wants a meeting with only the two of us.”
“Where and when?” He said the words sharply and she realized that Max was being protective again.
“I’m not stupid, Max. He’s coming to the office.”
“When?”
“Look, I appreciate that you’re trying to protect me, but I’ve been managing fine on my own. I’m grown up, independent and can handle one ex-employee without having to cast myself on your big chest for help.”
Instead of taking offense, he grinned, puffed out his chest