Blocked (Boston Terriers Hockey #3) - Jacob Chance Page 0,30
when he looks at me. I’m sure he notices the same one reflected back at him when our gazes meet.
While neither of us have been brave enough to say those words, I’m thinking of taking the plunge tonight. Why am I holding back? Is it because of my brother?
Marshall would be a terrible reason not to tell the guy I love how I feel. Nothing’s going to change if I share those three words with Shaw. It’ll only make our relationship stronger. I want Shaw to know how much he means to me. He deserves to know.
“What’s the plan?” I ask as Shaw pulls out of my driveway.
His dark stare flicks my way, his lips curving into a grin. “It’s a surprise.”
“Can I try to guess?”
“You can try, but I doubt you’ll get it right.”
“Hmm.” I wrap a strand of my hair around my finger. “So, it’s not something we’ve ever done?”
“Nope.”
“We’re going to a concert?”
“Not even close.”
“Okay.” Rolling my lips inward, I rub them together as I think of another possibility. “Are we going miniature golfing?”
“Ha.” He laughs. “No, but we should sometime.”
“Are you taking me to dinner at a new restaurant?”
He shakes his head. “You’re getting colder.”
“Maybe you should give me a clue, “ I suggest.
“I’ll give you one, but that’s all.”
“Deal.” I tuck one leg under me on the seat.
“We might need bug spray.”
“We’re going to be outside?”
“Mhm.”
“Are we going to Fenway Park?”
“No, but I’d love to take you to a game. How do you feel about baseball?”
“I’m a fan. I’ve been to a couple of games with my dad and uncles.”
Shaw slows the truck down before turning right into the local drive in.
“Is this where you’re bringing me?” I question excitedly.
“Yes, I hope that’s okay.”
“Are you kidding? I haven’t been here since I was like six. And I always wanted to come back.”
“And here you are.”
“I am, and I’m so excited. I feel like a little kid again.”
“I hope you don’t mind that they’re running older movies, but I figured seeing them on a giant screen makes it seem new.”
“Which one are we seeing?”
“Jumanji.”
“That’s fairly new, and I’ve never seen that one.”
“Have you been living under a rock?”
“No. I just don’t watch that many movies. I’m more likely to read the book than see the film version.”
“I think you’ll like Jumanji. It’s funny.” He pays our fee and backs us into a parking space.
“How are we going to see the screen if we’re facing the wrong way?” I ask.
“Trust me. I’ve got a plan.” He shuts off the engine and opens his door. He climbs out and turns to face me. “Come on out. We’re going to sit in the back of my truck.” He moves to the rear, opening the tailgate.
I suck in a breath on a gasp. My eyes scan the comforter and pillows he’s spread out in the bed. “You did all this for me?” He nods. “I love it.” I prop one side of my ass onto the gate, and then rock the other cheek up onto the metal. Swinging my legs up, I spin around like I’m breakdancing and roll onto my knees. I crawl up to the pillows.
Shaw groans behind me. “Jesus, Maddie. Are you trying to kill me?”
Turning over, I lie on the stack of pillows and smile impishly. “What?”
“You little tease. Like you don’t know.”
“Hey, how else was I supposed to get up here?” My tone is pure innocence.
His look is skeptical before he disappears from my line of sight. I hear a truck door close and he reappears. He slings a backpack and a paper bag onto the comforter and climbs into the bed, moving forward until he occupies the empty space beside me. “I’ve brought dinner. I hope you like Chinese food.” He rifles through the paper bag, pulling out four white cartons with the familiar logo from one of my favorite restaurants.
“Are you kidding? That’s my favorite.”
He laughs. “I know it is. The last time I ate dinner at your house I had to fight you for the last sparerib.”
I snort. “I’m not sorry about it either. Actually, I don’t even remember, and that’s probably because it’s a regular occurrence in my house. I take my Chinese food seriously.”
“I got chicken fingers, pork fried rice, Lo mein, and crab rangoon.”
“Yum, gimme-gimme. Those are all my favorites.” He must’ve been paying attention to me for longer than I realized because there’s no other way he’d know what I typically order. Snatching one of the boxes from