Page 30 of Hockey Boy
“Really? Right now?” She bites her lip and scans the area around us. “That’s crazy, right? Yeah, I guess. I’ll think about it. Thank you. Seriously, I owe you big. All right. Love you, bye!”
As she slips her phone back into her pocket, I can’t help but move closer, like a moth to a flame, risking the burn of rejection because I can’t stay away. “What’s going on?”
She bites on her pink nail, her blue eyes swimming as she works through whatever it was Millie had to say. Lips pursed, she finally meets my gaze. “My boss wants to hire a specific band for one of her clients.”
I press closer, thankful that she’s letting me in. “Yeah?”
She nods as if she’s coming to a decision. “They’re virtually impossible to get a hold of, but Millie found out that they’re performing at a wedding in Boston tonight. It’s a surprise.”
Warmth floods me, and there’s no stopping the grin that splits my face. “So we’re crashing a wedding?”
Lennox’s laugh is light, even as she shakes her head. “What? No. That’s crazy.”
“But you need to talk to these guys?” I duck my head and zero in on her.
She looks away, worrying her lip again. “Yeah, I really need this win.”
I’ve yet to discover why this job means so much to her, but it doesn’t matter. If she needs it, then I’ll make it happen. No questions asked.
“Lex,” I say softly, waiting until she gives me her full attention. Iwouldn’t do what I’m about to do if getting this band didn’t clearly mean so much to her. But once the words are out, she won’t be able to say no.
Her blue eyes settle on me, and once again, the thrum of tension settles between us. “Yeah?”
“Never have I ever crashed a wedding.”
The way she licks her lips as a full smile graces her pretty face lets me know that I’ve just tapped into the competitive side of Lennox.
My Lennox.
The years fall away, and suddenly, I’m standing before the girl I dared to kiss me so many lifetimes ago.
She huffs out a laugh and grabs my hand. “Okay, Hockey Boy. You win.”
Electric lava races through my veins as she pulls me away from the building. I haven’t won her over yet, but in this moment, I know I will. Because I haven’t felt this alive, this happy, in years.
“We’ve gotta look the part.”
“Aiden, you are not buying me a dress.”
On the way to the wedding venue, I pulled into the mall parking lot and dragged her inside. At the first department store we came to, I snagged a couple of dresses off the rack for her, as well as a suit for me, then herded her toward the dressing room.
I handed the kid standing in front of the rooms a fifty and told him to get lost. He probably thinks Lennox and I are fooling around in here, but really, I just can’t handle the idea of anyone being near while she’s trying on dresses. Call me possessive; I’m fine with it. I’m not the least bit ashamed of how possessive I am of my time with Lennox. Of her.
“I’m buying a dress regardless, so you might as well pick one you like,” I say, straightening my tie in the mirror.
“Aiden,” she huffs, the puff of air from her mouth sending her pink hair flying.
“Personally, I’d go with the blue one, since it matches your eyes.”
“You just want me in Bolts colors.”She’s standing outside the stall next to mine, hands on her hips and a mix of annoyance and excitement flashing in her eyes.
I smile, a hit of anticipation coursing up my spine. “It’s only the best.”
With a boisterous laugh, she spins and slams the door to the changing room.
“I’ll grab shoes for you,” I holler, striding out. “Still an eight and a half?”
When I return, she’s waiting for me, wearing the blue dress that matches my tie, looking absolutely fucking gorgeous. “You remember my shoe size?”she asks, wearing an apprehensive frown.