The Romance Line (Love and Hockey #2) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Funny, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Love and Hockey Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
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Laughing, I shoo him off, then spin around and beeline to the coffee counter. As I walk, I tap out a message to my counterpart on the Seattle team, asking for some help tonight with security. When I reach the counter, I look up again, tucking my phone away. Joe’s serving a customer, and once he’s done, he flashes me an awkward smile. “Can I show you around?”

“Actually,” I say, frowning apologetically, “I’ve got a pressing thing I need to take care of.”

He frowns too. “Shoot. I’m sorry to hear that.” In no time, he moves around the counter, leaving a tattooed gal with a pierced nose to handle the rest of the customers, while he comes to me, standing awfully close. I don’t need to know what he ate for breakfast—sausage and coffee, I think.

I inch back, and now I’m the awkward one. “Me too. I was looking forward to the tour. Maybe next time.”

He steps closer again, not getting the hint. “Definitely. Also, I’ve been expanding in San Francisco and would love to get your thoughts on that.”

Hoisting up my bag higher on my shoulder, like I’m using it as a wedge to shoehorn myself a little bit of personal space, I inch away a second time. “I’m not sure how I can help, but if I can I’ll do my best,” I say. It’s not quite a no, but I’d like it to be one without being rude.

“And maybe,” he says, his lips crooking up as footsteps echo behind me, likely coffee shop customers milling about and grabbing their drinks, “I could take you out to dinner there? They might not have a bag of dicks but I’m sure we can find something good.”

Well, that escalated quickly.

“I’m not sure,” I begin, working on an excuse that’ll be diplomatic since we sort of have a business relationship.

He slides closer, cuts in with, “It’ll be fun. I promise.”

But before I can say another word, a wall of a man is right next to me. Like he came out of nowhere.

He’s tall and glowering as he stares at Joe like he wants to rip him apart. “She’s busy that night.”

Max Lambert is here, turning down the date for me.

What gives him the right to speak for me? I scrunch my brow and turn to him. “How do you know?” The question flies out of my mouth.

Max lifts a coffee cup, then takes a long, leisurely sip. When he’s done, he says, “You’re booked most nights.” There’s zero remorse for butting in—only certainty that he’s done the right thing.

I narrow my eyes at the big hockey star who’s inexplicably here. “You don’t know my schedule or when he’s coming to town.”

Max shrugs, like he’s completely unfazed. “I took a guess. Bet I’m right.”

I’m so shocked he’d turn down a date for me, even one I was hunting for a way to turn down myself, that I don’t even know what to say next to him.

But Joe, evidently, does. He holds up his hands in surrender. Now it’s his tone that’s awkward as he says, “My bad. I’ll let you two sort this out.”

“No worries,” Max says, in an offhand way. Like the guy just bumped into him on the street. That’s all. “She’s got a packed sked.”

“I don’t,” I say, because he should not be turning down dates for me. I can say no myself.

But Joe is well past the rejection it seems, since he directs his gaze to Max. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but hope you lose tonight.”

“We won’t,” Max says confidently as Joe gets the hell out of my space at last. He disappears behind the counter, then into the back of the shop, out of sight.

I swivel back to Max. He’s got another cup of coffee in his other hand, probably for one of the guys. But other than that—he’s standard Max. Inscrutable and broody. I flap my hands. “What was that about?”

He gives a careless shrug. “You didn’t want to go out with him.”

True, but that doesn’t even matter. “It’s not your job to turn down my dates.”

“He’s not your type, Everly.”

“How would you know what my type is?”

“Not that guy,” he says.

He’s exasperating. “Okay, I’ll take the bait. Why not that guy?”

“He’s a little crass. The bag of dicks thing?” he says, dismissively. “C’mon. You can do better.”

I stare at him, trying to figure out what is going on with Lambert. “Why are you here?”

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A NICE INTENTION

Max

That’s a really good question. And an easy enough one to answer. I lift my drinks. “Can’t a guy get a cup of coffee or two?”

“At the place where the interview you turned down was being held?” she counters, one eyebrow raised. Fuck, she’s hot when she’s irritated. How is that possible? Witchcraft, I’m guessing.

I look around the massive space as if I’m seeing the exposed brick walls, the dais and the lounge chairs for the very first time. “Hate to break it to you, Everly. But it is a coffee shop.”


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