Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Roan

I spent most of the game with my eyes turned up to the bleachers and getting called out by my boys for not having my head in the game. It wasn’t on the ice at all. It was definitely in the stands on one tiny little blonde. I watch as she talks and laughs with her friends and wonder what she is talking about.

I was being truthful with her when I told her I wanted to keep her talking. I want to know everything she is thinking or feeling, how she sees things, and what she dreams about. I can honestly say I have never been so enthralled with a woman ever before.

It’s not just the fact she saved me. I think if it were that, my attention would have already strayed or at least lightened up a considerable amount. It hasn’t and I’m not fooling myself that it’s going to any time soon.

After the game, we all headed to the restaurant that was decided on by a flip of a coin before the game started, and once there, I spent the entire meal looking at the woman surrounded by her friends. I sit close enough that I can overhear her talking to The Girls without actually crowding her. The last thing I want her to be is afraid of me because I moved too fast or freaked her out by letting her see this growing obsession I seem to have where she is concerned.

Halfway through dinner, I get a call that takes me away. Before I go, I walk up to her table and bend down so we are on the same level, eye to eye, and whisper in her ear. “Wear something comfortable, angel.” I pull back and notice everyone sitting at her table is looking at the two of us. I speak loud enough for all of them to hear me this time, “I’ll see you tomorrow at four.”

“Do you know where to pick her up tomorrow, Roan?” Pearl asks and I can’t help but give her a smile.

“I think I can figure it out.”

It takes me all of thirty minutes to figure out my angel isn’t staying with Pearl and Spade but at Pearl’s brother’s penthouse. Alone. It takes me thirty more minutes to find out what kind of security they have and whether I need to do something about getting more for her.

I am right on time the next day, ready to focus on only her and not the news the guys at the precinct gave me. We still can’t find the driver of the car that hit me or figure out why the hell he decided to drive head-on into me. The info on who the deceased passenger is, seems to be taking forever to get back to us, but I can’t help but think that might be the best way to figure out who the driver was and what his deal is.

For today, I push it out of my head and make my way into the building. I’m talking to the doorman when she comes down to the lobby carrying a small as fuck backpack and sweater. She hasn’t seen me yet so I can take my time running my eyes over her before she realizes I am devouring her.

She’s dressed in shorts that have lace around the bottoms and a shirt that has the same lace around the edges of it… and it fits wonderfully. My mouth starts to water at the sight of her well-endowed breasts stretching the fabric like it might not be able to contain all her beauty. It takes me more than a second to realize I have stopped talking to the poor doorman in midsentence. I spare him a quick glance and flash a smile to give him a quick apology before turning my eyes back to my angel. He gives me a knowing smile and slaps me on my back.

She looks up and our eyes meet and it’s like being hit in the stomach with a very attractive fist. Her blonde hair is up in a ponytail that bounces with each step she takes, bringing her closer to me. My fingers itch to run through the soft-looking curls and I have to physically restrain them behind my back, so I don’t reach out and touch her like some perv. The last thing I want is for her to be afraid to be alone with me before she gets to know me.

“You look great.” I can’t stop my eyes from running over her one more time.

“You too.” She gives me a small smile before looking at the doorman and giving him a little wave.

“Ready?” It’s not that I want to pick her up and carry her out of the building, so she only has me to look at and listen to… okay, that is exactly what this is, and surprises me really. I’ve never been like this with any other girl before in my life.

She gives me a nod and I can’t stop myself from reaching out and taking her by the hand. She doesn’t seem to mind letting me lead. Before we make it through the door, she turns back to give a little wave to the doorman. “Bye, Joe.”

Joe. She knows the doorman’s name. Yeah, he’s old enough to be her great-grandfather but still…, “How do you know Joe?”

“I come down to wait on the girls sometimes and we started talking. His daughter teaches at the college I go to, and I promised him when I go back, I would find her and say hi for him.” She gives me a little giggle before going on, “Truth is he’ll probably see her before I do but it made him smile so…,”

Hmm, I can live with that now that I'm sure she doesn’t have a great-grandfather fetish or anything. I help her into my jeep and run to the driver’s side. She fiddles with the belt for a couple of minutes before I lean over and offer her help. “Let me.”

God, she smells good! How the hell am I supposed to get through this without touching her and giving myself away when she smells like heaven?