She shrugged. “No, not really. I only watch because my sister makes me.”
“Your sister makes you watch hockey?”
Now it was her turn to look embarrassed. “Her husband is Maverick Wilde.”
All the air punched from my lungs. “Your sister is Clara Wilde? She owns the Cyclones.”
“Technically her husband owns them.”
“If she’s married to him, she owns them too.”
“What are the chances?”
“Right, I suppose you could say that.” Bloody hell, this thing between us just went from easy to fucking complicated.
“Anyway, now I understand why you looked a little familiar. I’ve watched you slam people up against the boards pretty regularly, although everyone just calls you Savage.”
“They do.”
“But you didn’t want me to know. Why not?”
“Let’s just say I like the sound of my first name on your lips.”
“Oh, you are smooth, Mr. Savage.”
“And you are dead sexy, Miss...”
“Barnes.”
The barista announced my order was up, and I headed toward the pickup counter, wishing I didn’t have to leave Becca for even a moment. I didn’t care that she was the team owner’s sister-in-law. I just wanted to be around her. I never said I was a smart man.
As I returned with a warm pastry and a cup of steaming hot coffee, I couldn’t help but gaze at her and wonder what those lips would taste like. Especially when she took a sip from her own mug and then ran her tongue across her bottom lip to capture one last drop. God, I was jealous of her drink.
“That looks good,” she said, gesturing to my pastry.
“Aye, fresh berry tart. Did you want a bite?”
“You would share with me?”
“Of course I would.”
“That’s sweet.” Her cheeks went pink.
“So are you.” I sat across from her, placing the plate between us. “Now tell me about this client you were supposed to meet with. What do you do?”
“I have a bakery, and I was meeting a potential client.”
“Was?”
“Yeah, apparently they just called off their wedding, so my services are no longer required.”
The way her nose scrunched as she said the last words made my lips quirk into a smile. “Oh, that doesn’t sound good.”
“It’s not. Kind of a high-profile wedding. It would’ve been big for me. But, further proof true love isn’t real, and people shouldn’t waste their time trying to find it. Those two were doomed from the start.” She leaned in conspiratorially. “But don’t tell anyone I said that. Bad for business.”
I mimed zipping my lips. “You’ll no hear a word from my lips about it.”
“Good.”