Zack(21)

His face tilts up to look at me and the shadows cast from the cupboard lighting make his face look harsh and wild. Yeah…I’ve provided some thought since I’ve moved in here to the fact that Zack Grantham is just a supremely gorgeous man. So beautiful, in fact, that I often don’t know how to act around him or know what to say. There’s a little part of me that’s still starstruck to be working for and living in a hockey god’s house. So when I’m feeling immensely insecure next to his star power and phenomenal looks, I tend to end up acting even goofier than normal. It’s my natural reaction mechanism to cope with awkward situations. My geek power rises and shines.

Zack stands up and sets the ice cream on the counter. “I think I’ll have some too.”

He reaches into the cupboard and pulls out a bowl. Turning toward me, he pins me with a direct stare. I feel like he’s trying to convey something to me, but my heart is still beating so hard, I’m not sure enough oxygen is actually getting to my brain to make sense of it.

So I stare back at him.

Finally, his gaze goes down toward the area of my left hip, which is still pressed against the counter, and he says drily, “You’re in the way. I need another spoon.”

I jump as if electrocuted, brought out of my stupor, and scramble out of his way. “Oh, sorry. Um…I’m going to just go get some clothes on.”

Zack gives me his back as he takes the lid off the ice cream and starts scooping some out. “You have clothes on.”

“More clothes,” I practically squeak.

His voice sounds almost bored when he says, “You’re wearing pajamas, Kate. I’ve seen a woman in pajamas before. It’s nothing extraordinary.”

A stinging bite of hurt hits me in the middle of my chest. It shouldn’t bother me, because I know he’s right. I’m not anything extraordinary at all. I’m just plain old dorky Kate.

But damn…I am indeed almost half-naked and he didn’t even give me a second glance. I’m not just plain and dorky, I’m apparently abhorrent and pathetic.

Feeling more vulnerable than I ever have before in my life, I scurry past Zack and round the back kitchen island, heading toward the stairs. “I think I’ll pass on the ice cream. Good night.”

From my peripheral vision, I see Zack’s head snap my way. “Are you sure?”

I pause just before hitting the staircase. Turning to face him, I even manage to give a game smile. “Yup. Not good for the hips, you know.”

Without waiting for a response, I leap up two of the stairs but hear him call me. “Kate?”

My heart starts stuttering again. I back down the staircase and, holding on to the stair railing for leverage, I lean back to peek around the wall separating us. He’s not looking at me, but scooping some more ice cream.

“The Cold Fury has a home game tomorrow,” he says as he pulls out another scoop. My mouth waters for some, but I’m too freaked to stay. “I’m going to bring Ben. Would you like to come with us?”

My jaw drops open and goose bumps break out over my skin.

Go to a Cold Fury hockey game? Is he freaking kidding me?

Dream. Come. True.

Zack’s head swivels my way and he brings up his thumb to lick a dab of ice cream off. I’m mesmerized by the action…his full lips parting and his tongue coming out to take a swipe. Wow. I didn’t know something like that could be so sexy. Just…wow.

“Kate?” Zack says, and I jerk my eyes back up to his. “The game? Do you want to go?”

“You want me to go to the game with you?” I manage to rasp out.

“Well, it would be for Ben,” Zack says as he puts the lid back on the ice cream. “I might have to talk to reporters, so I’d need you to watch him.”

“Oh…um, yeah,” I murmur, then clear my throat and say a bit more firmly, “Yeah…that would be awesome, actually. Thanks.”

“Good,” he says with a small smile.

“Okay. Well, good night.”

“Good night,” I hear him say quietly as I run up the stairs.





Chapter 7


Zack


I had a chance to sit in the owner’s box tonight but decided against it. Kate told me this was her first live game and I knew she would enjoy it more down among the fans. This would suck for me, because I’d probably be recognized and I didn’t feel like dealing with the fans tonight. Not on my first real venture into the limelight since the accident. Lucky for me, Alex’s fiancée, Sutton, and Garrett’s girlfriend, Olivia, agreed to go with us, and they are effectively caging me in to provide a buffer in the row we’re sitting in. I’ve got on a baseball cap pulled low, so maybe I won’t even be recognized at all.