Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
I cupped her cheek. “Feel better?”
She nodded. “I should’ve called you last night to come do that. Maybe I would’ve had a better night’s sleep.”
“Well, I’ll be right next door tonight if you start to stress.” I looked around the room. “Think you feel up to finishing packing?”
“Yeah. Just give me a few minutes. I’m going to change, too. Why don’t you go have some coffee while I get done?”
Twenty minutes later, Georgia emerged from the bedroom wheeling a suitcase. She had on a pair of tight jeans and a Wolverines T-shirt.
“What do you think?” She pushed her hair behind her shoulders so I could see the full logo and held her hands out.
“Very nice tits,” I managed to say with a straight face.
She laughed and pointed. “I’m showing you the Wolverines T-shirt. I bought it on my way out of the game on Saturday.”
“I’m teasing. I love it.”
She turned and showed me her back, lifting her long hair. Now that I hadn’t been expecting. I didn’t even know they made T-shirts with a logo on the front and my name and number on the back. But I fucking loved it on her.
“Nice.” My brain quickly conjured an image of what she might look like wearing it with nothing else—just the T-shirt with my name across the back and her long, sexy, bare legs sticking out the bottom.
Georgia turned back around. She took one look at my face and squinted. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
I smirked and walked over to her. “You don’t want to know. We just got you calm.” I took the suitcase from her hand. “Do you have more bags?”
“I jammed everything in the one. I might be back in a few days anyway, right?”
“Sure.” Though, not if I have anything to say about it.
CHAPTER 12
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Georgia
Max surprised me with an entire day planned.
When we finally left my apartment, a car was waiting at the curb. It whisked us off to the Four Seasons Hotel downtown, where we handed our bags to the concierge and told him we’d be back to check in later. Then we headed to Battery Park to catch the ferry to the Statue of Liberty. We stayed outside on the deck, taking in the gorgeous spring day from the railing as we crossed the Hudson River.
“Have you ever been to Liberty or Ellis Island?” I asked.
“Yep, with my brother Austin when we were in college. I was in my first year and had an exhibition game here in the city. He came with me, and we stuck around for an extra few days. Austin was really into buildings and history, so he wanted to come see it.” Max looked out at the water reflectively and smiled. “I got smacked while we were waiting to get in to the statue.”
“By Austin?”
Max shook his head. “No, by a woman a couple of people ahead of us in line. I was an idiot back then—basically checked out anything with legs. I motioned to a woman I thought had a nice ass, wanting Austin to check her out, too. When he did, he didn’t agree with me, so we debated the subject a little. I thought I’d kept my voice low, but apparently Austin was louder than he intended as he explained how her ass wasn’t symmetrical.”
I covered my mouth. “Oh my God.”
He nodded. “Yeah. She overheard and figured out we were talking about her, but she didn’t let on until we’d made it up to the pedestal. Then she walked over and asked which one of us was the pig. I raised my hand, and she reared back and slapped me. A security guard came over, and the woman told him we’d been harassing her, and he asked us to leave. So we didn’t get to climb up to the torch.”
I chuckled. “Well, hopefully you can keep your eyes where they belong, and we won’t get kicked out today. Cross your fingers you can make it up to the top.”
Max wrapped his arms around my waist. “My eyes have no interest in wandering anywhere.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.” I smiled.
Max’s face turned serious. “You know I’m not seeing anyone else, right?”
I hadn’t given that subject any thought. I guess between me working so much and his hockey schedule, it never occurred to me that either of us would have time to go out with anyone else. But Max was off for the summer now. And technically I was still in a relationship, so that didn’t seem fair.
“You could, if you want…”
Max frowned. “I don’t want.”
“But I’m in a relationship still.”
“I get that. Though he’s not here. And you aren’t seeing him until at least after the summer is over, so it’s easy to put it out of my mind.” His brows pulled together. “Are you planning on dating other people this summer?”