Once again, she was surprised. The room was filled with family and friends, rather than celebrities and media. Maggie’s tension eased further as she saw that Jake made sure everyone had plenty to eat and drink, instead of expecting people to fuss over him.
He made it clear that she, too, was supposed to enjoy herself. It had been a long time since she’d been allowed to watch a game she’d attended.
One of the reasons she and Lee had got on well in the early days was that she’d genuinely liked watching sport. Sadly, by the end, all she’d been allowed to do was entertain sponsors in the hospitality suite, occasionally making it to the seats when she was needed for a photo op.
Pushing aside memories that had no place in her head this evening, Maggie wandered to the front of the suite. She looked out over the arena, focusing on the two machines making their way up and down the ice, refreshing the scratched surface.
“They’re called Zambonis, Mummy.”
Turning, she saw Emily had acquired a child-size Ice Cats jersey.
“There’s one for you.” Jake held out a bag, his expression as eager as a schoolboy’s. “It’s got my name and number on it. Hope that’s okay.”
Touched, she smiled. “Thank you. That’s very kind.”
His eyes gleamed with pride as she slipped the large red top over her head. “Perfect.”
“Say cheese.” Tracy snapped photos of them. “Now, one of you and Bad Boy.”
Jake slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her back against his hard body. Even through the layers of clothing, she felt his body heat. His familiar masculine scent surrounded her as his breath teased her temple.
To calm her body’s reaction, Maggie reminded herself of the video clips she’d seen outside. But the only replay in her head was of his wide grin when he’d spotted her. Instead of dampening the fire burning within her, it fanned the flames.
“Can I get you anything?” Jake asked.
“A beer would be nice.” She hoped that the slight throatiness of her words didn’t give away her thoughts.
“Why don’t you grab a seat and I’ll get them.”
She sank into one of the leather seats in the back row as he walked away.
Tracy slipped into the seat beside her. “This suite is amazing.”
Maggie grinned. “I should say that you can’t beat watching a game from the stands, but I can’t deny there’s a different kind of pleasure in watching from a posh box when the seats are this close to the action.”
“I’m glad you’re looking more relaxed. I was worried earlier. I know this is tough for you.” Tracy touched her arm. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine, thanks.” As she probed the automatic reaction, Maggie realized she wasn’t just saying it. She really was. “I’m actually looking forward to the hockey game.”
“Good. You deserve to have fun. Speaking of which—” Tracy jumped to her feet “—your date is back.”
The arena lights dimmed and dramatic music began to play as Jake took the seat Tracy had vacated and handed Maggie a beer. Spotlights flashed and cheers began. In the half-light, he looked every inch the warrior from the video despite his casual attire. This time, it wasn’t fear or dread racing through her veins.
It was anticipation, pure and simple.
“The game’s about to start.” The husky note in his voice made her pulse jump.
He reached for her hand. Their fingers twined together. Her pounding heart kept time with the bass beat of the music.
As the announcer came over the loudspeaker, telling the crowd to stand and show their appreciation for the Ice Cats, Maggie leaned toward Jake and said, “I look forward to seeing what you want to teach me, Bad Boy.”
* * *
JAKE ALMOST SWALLOWED his tongue.
As the arena lights came up, he studied her face. Though her expression seemed innocent, the twinkle in her eyes made him wonder if she’d chosen her words deliberately.
With any other woman, Jake would have assumed the double entendre was an invitation and acted before the end of the first period. With Maggie, he couldn’t be sure. He didn’t want to blow the evening by making a mistake before the game had even begun.
He forced his gaze forward.
Excitement raced through his veins as the Cats took to the ice. Though he still didn’t know how his body would cope with playing in a game, instead of scrimmaging, he was keen to get out onto the ice and play for real.
They stood for the national anthem. Jake used the time to study Maggie surreptitiously. Tight-fitting jeans and black over-the-knee boots showcased her long legs while, beneath her jersey, he knew the red sweater hugged her curves. Her shiny, dark hair spilled enticingly over her shoulders.