Dirty Talker (Slayers Hockey #4) - Mira Lyn Kelly Page 0,47
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I’d swear he didn’t move, but my head is tipped back and he’s staring down at me.
“I’ll show off for you. Score for you. Take you out after to meet the team.”
But if he wasn’t the one to breach my space then I must have—
His mouth closes over mine, slow and sweet.
When he pulls back, it’s with a smile that makes me ache.
“You’re thinking too hard. It’s just a game, Harlow.” He gives that bit of hair a gentle tug and lets it unravel from his finger.
“I know, but when this week is over—”
“We can’t even be friends?” He asks it so casually, but there’s something in the way he’s watching me that says he’s not so casual at all.
I could say yes. Tell him what he wants to hear. But I know what it feels like to be strung along, and it stinks.
I could tell him no. Leave no room for misunderstanding. But even though there’s no romantic future for us, the idea of not having this man’s friendship feels bad in a way that steals my breath.
Moving off the road, I sit on the soft grass beside the fence. I stretch my legs out in front of me while Wade sits beside me and hangs his arms over his spread knees.
“Come on, Good Girl. Lay it on me.”
Chapter 18
Harlow
“I’d like to be friends with you.” I’d like to be able to see his smile and hear that gruff laugh. “But it can’t be friends like we’re friends now.” He can’t play with my hair or make me feel like I’m the only thing he sees. “What we’re doing this week… it has to end here.”
He looks past me into the morning sun.
“Why?” And then before I can answer he adds, “I’m not arguing with you. I’m asking, because I don’t get it.”
That’s the thing. I don’t think most people would. No matter how I tried to explain. But Wade? I think he might.
“You know how you were with hockey, where you wanted it even though your coaches maybe didn’t see your potential until you proved it?”
Some of the light leaves his eyes. “Yeah.”
“My career goals come with their own set of obstacles. Not everyone sees my potential. I’m young—”
“You’re smart as hell with a handful of degrees to back it up.”
“Thank you. But I’ve already been boxed out of the job I’ve invested a lot of time and energy in.” Years of experience, trainings, and certifications at every turn.
“What happened?”
“I’d been offered a promotion to head up the division. But at the last minute, they did some restructuring and brought someone else in.”
He coughs, eyes narrowing. “Someone with more experience?”
If only. Someone with more entitlement.
“Someone with a better relationship with the person making the decisions.”
“So now you work for this… guy?”
He thinks it’s about me being a woman. That there’s a boys’ club behind my problems. Who knows, maybe that’s part of it. But not all. Not even most.
“No. I don’t work for him. We’d already backfilled my position with someone who moved from out of state. I became a redundancy.”
“The fuck, Harlow?” he demands, outraged on my behalf. “They can’t do that, can they? Does HR know?”
It feels like everyone knows.
“There are a number of issues complicating the situation. But no. This avenue of advancement isn’t an option anymore. Which means what I do now matters. I can’t afford to drop the ball. So no distractions. No conflicts. No mistakes.”
“This guy in charge. He still going to have a say in your advancement?”
“Yes.” And that’s the point. “He’s at the top of the food chain.”
“You should definitely take my seats. Invite him to a game.”
I lean a shoulder into Wade. He’s strong and solid and warm. “If only it were that simple.”
“Don’t tell me he doesn’t like hockey.”
Shaking my head, I take a deep breath. Dig deep to keep my voice level. “He doesn’t like me.”
He’s quiet beside me. Then, “Why the hell not?”
And the way he says it, like it’s not possible, like it’s so far outside the realm of possibility that someone wouldn’t like me… It’s really nice.
“No idea.” That’s the truth. Part of it anyway. “It’s been like that from the start. Something about me rubs him the wrong way, I guess.”
“Why would you want to work for a guy like that? You could change banks. They have compliance departments everywhere, don’t they?”
I meet his eyes. “But this is the bank I care about.”
“So what you’re saying is you really, really needed this vacation.”
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