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yesterday’s news,” he told her.
“I guess that is a good thing then,” she replied, though she wasn’t sure about what sorts of men they might be if they were recommended by a criminal attorney.
Rather than responding verbally, he pulled her into a kiss that curled her toes. There wasn’t a shred of doubt that she was falling for him, but something held her back. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was. Was it her own fears or something more? Despite any reservations, she responded to his kiss almost involuntarily, her body taking over when her mind tried to overthink everything.
“That’s much better,” he said with a broad smile as he pulled away.
“Certainly is,” she replied, looking up into his bright green eyes.
“I ordered us some dinner. It should be here soon,” he told her.
“Pizza?” she laughed.
“No, not pizza!” he laughed. “I ordered from that Chinese place that everyone talks about being so good.”
“Sounds good. How do you think the delivery guy will fare against the reporters?” she asked, wondering if he had thought it through.
“Won’t have to. I told my goon squad to retrieve it outside the gate and walk it in,” he said.
“A man with a plan. Lovely,” she replied.
“Of course. I can play this game with them if they insist,” he told her. “Let’s sit down and relax while we wait. How is the game coming along?”
“Not much progress today. My mind didn’t seem to be on it like it should be,” she said.
“What was your mind on, if not your work?”
“I was just concerned for you and what you had to do today. Then, I admit, I was a bit worried when I didn’t hear from you for so long.”
“I’m sorry for that. Still, I’m glad that you were thinking about me. I like knowing that I’m not that far from your thoughts when we are apart,” he told her softly.
“Do you?” she said, feeling a flutter that she tried desperately to push away.
“I do,” he said.
He was about to say something else when the doorbell rang and he went to answer it. She recognized the guy as one of the men that had pushed the reporters away so that she could get in the gate earlier. There was a bit of a hushed conversation and then he left. Shane came back with several bags in hand and began spreading containers out on the island in his kitchen.
“I wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I ordered a bit of everything,” he said.
“I’ll say you did. There is enough here to feed a small army,” she told him.
“Whatever we don’t eat, I’ll nibble on tomorrow. Lord knows I’m not going to cook and it’s not exactly easy to go out for food. I need to make a grocery list for Monte and he is going to go shopping for me tomorrow,” he said.
“You best be careful. You’ll get spoiled having minions at your fingertips,” she laughed.
“I know, right? It is nice to have people to depend on, though I think I’d prefer to just be able to leave my own house,” he grimaced.
Leslie grabbed a couple of plates from his cabinet and they filled them with a bit of everything, then adjourned to the kitchen table to eat their dinner. Shane began to tell her about the events of the day between bites and she listened intently, wondering what it all must have felt like for him. Not only did it have to be a bit daunting just to have to go through that, but being in a foreign land must add a whole new element of concern for him.
“I have to admit that I felt very nervous going in there. I’ve never been arrested in my entire life. I know everyone has this mental image of hockey players being in fights off the rink as much as on or in bar rows, especially an Irish player. Everyone thinks of the Irish as drunken brawlers in their spare time. That’s just never been my style. I’m aggressive on the ice, but just a kitten off of it,” he smiled at her.
“A kitten?
“I guess that is a good thing then,” she replied, though she wasn’t sure about what sorts of men they might be if they were recommended by a criminal attorney.
Rather than responding verbally, he pulled her into a kiss that curled her toes. There wasn’t a shred of doubt that she was falling for him, but something held her back. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was. Was it her own fears or something more? Despite any reservations, she responded to his kiss almost involuntarily, her body taking over when her mind tried to overthink everything.
“That’s much better,” he said with a broad smile as he pulled away.
“Certainly is,” she replied, looking up into his bright green eyes.
“I ordered us some dinner. It should be here soon,” he told her.
“Pizza?” she laughed.
“No, not pizza!” he laughed. “I ordered from that Chinese place that everyone talks about being so good.”
“Sounds good. How do you think the delivery guy will fare against the reporters?” she asked, wondering if he had thought it through.
“Won’t have to. I told my goon squad to retrieve it outside the gate and walk it in,” he said.
“A man with a plan. Lovely,” she replied.
“Of course. I can play this game with them if they insist,” he told her. “Let’s sit down and relax while we wait. How is the game coming along?”
“Not much progress today. My mind didn’t seem to be on it like it should be,” she said.
“What was your mind on, if not your work?”
“I was just concerned for you and what you had to do today. Then, I admit, I was a bit worried when I didn’t hear from you for so long.”
“I’m sorry for that. Still, I’m glad that you were thinking about me. I like knowing that I’m not that far from your thoughts when we are apart,” he told her softly.
“Do you?” she said, feeling a flutter that she tried desperately to push away.
“I do,” he said.
He was about to say something else when the doorbell rang and he went to answer it. She recognized the guy as one of the men that had pushed the reporters away so that she could get in the gate earlier. There was a bit of a hushed conversation and then he left. Shane came back with several bags in hand and began spreading containers out on the island in his kitchen.
“I wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I ordered a bit of everything,” he said.
“I’ll say you did. There is enough here to feed a small army,” she told him.
“Whatever we don’t eat, I’ll nibble on tomorrow. Lord knows I’m not going to cook and it’s not exactly easy to go out for food. I need to make a grocery list for Monte and he is going to go shopping for me tomorrow,” he said.
“You best be careful. You’ll get spoiled having minions at your fingertips,” she laughed.
“I know, right? It is nice to have people to depend on, though I think I’d prefer to just be able to leave my own house,” he grimaced.
Leslie grabbed a couple of plates from his cabinet and they filled them with a bit of everything, then adjourned to the kitchen table to eat their dinner. Shane began to tell her about the events of the day between bites and she listened intently, wondering what it all must have felt like for him. Not only did it have to be a bit daunting just to have to go through that, but being in a foreign land must add a whole new element of concern for him.
“I have to admit that I felt very nervous going in there. I’ve never been arrested in my entire life. I know everyone has this mental image of hockey players being in fights off the rink as much as on or in bar rows, especially an Irish player. Everyone thinks of the Irish as drunken brawlers in their spare time. That’s just never been my style. I’m aggressive on the ice, but just a kitten off of it,” he smiled at her.
“A kitten?
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