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CHAPTER 8
"Here's your lunch," the waitress spoke, interrupting the moment. Chrissy looked up at the woman with relief. There was nowhere to really go from there. Why couldn't she have asked an easier question to start with?
The woman left and Ryan went to work on getting his hamburger together. The mood softened as he looked up and smiled. "Anyways... your turn. Answer my question."
"I don't even remember what your question was."
"I asked if you hoped we would end up naked and sweaty together. You changed the subject."
Chrissy sat in stunned silence for a moment, caught in shock for the first time in a long time. She ignored him, pulling the lettuce from her sandwich and trying to come up with a transitional statement to get them to another topic.
"I'll take a pass on that one." She looked up. "You're allowed one pass."
He stared at her, looking like he wanted to argue, but then shrugged. "Okay, that was yours. Tell me why your brother’s so protective of you."
"Aren't most brothers overly protective?" She leaned over and bit into her sandwich, the complexity of flavors surprising her.
"Yeah, I guess, but Jason seemed to hover over the top of you the other night at the pub. Why?"
"I just hyperextended my knee. We’re not exactly made of money. I'm sure he knows that if I lose my scholarship, I lose everything." He’d just told her something incredibly personal about his mom, however she wasn’t sure how she felt about telling him her family secrets over a turkey sandwich.
"Oh damn... that's a big deal."
"Yeah. I'm just hoping the coaches and doctors know what they're talking about. Seems like stretching and exercising a loose tendon is a bad idea." She shrugged, reaching for the napkin closest to her. "I just want to get better."
"Yeah, me too. I'm nothing without a hockey stick in my hands." He laughed, but the sound fell flat. They were quite the pair. Both of them exuding fake confidence and yet broken in more ways than one.
"I doubt that, but I get it." Chrissy reached for a strawberry on his plate.
He poked at her fingers with his fork as he smiled. "Hey. Get off my food. We're not sleeping together. Stay on your own plate."
"Are you saying that if we were having sex I could eat off your plate?"
"If we were sleeping together you could have anything you wanted of mine."
"Hmmm," she touched the strawberry to her lips, a smile lifting her mouth, "hot sex in the sauna at the gym for a corvette. I think I'm having a change of heart."
"Now hold up." He put his fork down and lifted his hands. "It would have to be a whole lot of hot sex in the sauna, like years and years’ worth for the ride. She's my baby."
"Oh, in that case, never mind. I don't plan on competing for attention. Too time consuming. You can have the car. I'll find someone else to explore my sexuality with." She shrugged, the words far too crass for her persona. She was playing too far to the edge. Time to pull back.
"Explore your sexuality?” He swallowed the large bite he’d just taken with barely chewing. “How new are you to all of this, pretty girl?"
"What if I was, you know?" She put her fork down, chewing slowly as she watched him like a hawk.
He seemed stunned by her words. He looked down at his hamburger before picking it up and taking another huge bite. He chewed it slowly this time before finally swallowing it. “Guess I’d better be careful not to piss off your brother.”
She laughed and nodded, understanding his plait perfectly.
They made small talk for the rest of lunch, asking questions about each other's love of sports and how they ended up in their respective sports and such. Another burning question pushed at Chrissy, but she waited until the meal was over to ask.
"Why Providence? Why Boston?"
"Great school and excellent hockey program. Plus, my dad hates them." He smiled. "He was a great player back in his day for UG and they lost every year to Providence. So... what better way to give out the
CHAPTER 8
"Here's your lunch," the waitress spoke, interrupting the moment. Chrissy looked up at the woman with relief. There was nowhere to really go from there. Why couldn't she have asked an easier question to start with?
The woman left and Ryan went to work on getting his hamburger together. The mood softened as he looked up and smiled. "Anyways... your turn. Answer my question."
"I don't even remember what your question was."
"I asked if you hoped we would end up naked and sweaty together. You changed the subject."
Chrissy sat in stunned silence for a moment, caught in shock for the first time in a long time. She ignored him, pulling the lettuce from her sandwich and trying to come up with a transitional statement to get them to another topic.
"I'll take a pass on that one." She looked up. "You're allowed one pass."
He stared at her, looking like he wanted to argue, but then shrugged. "Okay, that was yours. Tell me why your brother’s so protective of you."
"Aren't most brothers overly protective?" She leaned over and bit into her sandwich, the complexity of flavors surprising her.
"Yeah, I guess, but Jason seemed to hover over the top of you the other night at the pub. Why?"
"I just hyperextended my knee. We’re not exactly made of money. I'm sure he knows that if I lose my scholarship, I lose everything." He’d just told her something incredibly personal about his mom, however she wasn’t sure how she felt about telling him her family secrets over a turkey sandwich.
"Oh damn... that's a big deal."
"Yeah. I'm just hoping the coaches and doctors know what they're talking about. Seems like stretching and exercising a loose tendon is a bad idea." She shrugged, reaching for the napkin closest to her. "I just want to get better."
"Yeah, me too. I'm nothing without a hockey stick in my hands." He laughed, but the sound fell flat. They were quite the pair. Both of them exuding fake confidence and yet broken in more ways than one.
"I doubt that, but I get it." Chrissy reached for a strawberry on his plate.
He poked at her fingers with his fork as he smiled. "Hey. Get off my food. We're not sleeping together. Stay on your own plate."
"Are you saying that if we were having sex I could eat off your plate?"
"If we were sleeping together you could have anything you wanted of mine."
"Hmmm," she touched the strawberry to her lips, a smile lifting her mouth, "hot sex in the sauna at the gym for a corvette. I think I'm having a change of heart."
"Now hold up." He put his fork down and lifted his hands. "It would have to be a whole lot of hot sex in the sauna, like years and years’ worth for the ride. She's my baby."
"Oh, in that case, never mind. I don't plan on competing for attention. Too time consuming. You can have the car. I'll find someone else to explore my sexuality with." She shrugged, the words far too crass for her persona. She was playing too far to the edge. Time to pull back.
"Explore your sexuality?” He swallowed the large bite he’d just taken with barely chewing. “How new are you to all of this, pretty girl?"
"What if I was, you know?" She put her fork down, chewing slowly as she watched him like a hawk.
He seemed stunned by her words. He looked down at his hamburger before picking it up and taking another huge bite. He chewed it slowly this time before finally swallowing it. “Guess I’d better be careful not to piss off your brother.”
She laughed and nodded, understanding his plait perfectly.
They made small talk for the rest of lunch, asking questions about each other's love of sports and how they ended up in their respective sports and such. Another burning question pushed at Chrissy, but she waited until the meal was over to ask.
"Why Providence? Why Boston?"
"Great school and excellent hockey program. Plus, my dad hates them." He smiled. "He was a great player back in his day for UG and they lost every year to Providence. So... what better way to give out the
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