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it could, just by seeing that flush of excitement on her face when he reminded her of the nights they’d spent together all those years ago. The hot, heated, heavy nights that had been the best of his life. His cock twitched against the heavy padding and Cannon knew that if he wasn’t careful, he might just end up ripping her clothes off right there. If that was what she wanted, that was.
    The way her eyes shined now… hell, wasn’t make-up sex the best kind of sex, after all?
    “You didn’t answer me, you know,” he said, his voice husky now, coming up to her so close that he could feel her fluttery breath on his chin as he looked down, crowding her but leaving just enough room that if she wanted to, she could slip out. “Why can’t I call you Kimmy?”
    “Because you’re a fucking asshole,” she replied, her voice this breathy little whisper, and her gaze flicking between his lips and his eyes.
    Cannon grinned. He knew he had hell to pay for this in a second, but he couldn’t help it. He slid one hand on her hip and brought the other to her cheek, cupping her chin, before he leaned in and kissed her long and hard on the mouth. Her tongue was in his mouth before he could move to do the same to her and her hands fisted in his jersey, tugging him closer as they kissed like two teenagers who hadn’t seen each other in so long.
    Truth be told, that’s sort of how Cannon felt. And it wasn’t too far from the truth, either.
    Another howling round of cheers snapped them out of it, though Kimberley obviously lost the magic before he did, because Cannon was truly only brought to his senses when her hand smacked him in the face. She didn’t put too much weight into it, though. He’d seen her play hockey when she was a teen. There was a hell of a lot more kick in that girl than he’d been graced with.
    Cannon chuckled and Kimberley snarled, wiggling out from between him and the tree, though Cannon didn’t move an inch to make it any easier. He was far too busy watching her and willing his cock to stop straining against the damn cup.
    “You’re a grade-A fucking jerk, Cannon Wright,” she said, stomping through the snow toward the bus, flipping him the bird over her shoulder.
    “I missed you too, baby,” he called after her, smiling like a damn fool.
    So there was hope. And there was a snowstorm rolling in that night. He’d have plenty of time to be sorry for being everything she said he was—none of it a lie—but right now, there was a game to win. Knowing Kimmy, she wasn’t going to give him another chance to tell her anything before she’d cooled off a little anyway.
    She showed up. I can’t believe it.
    The bad thing was that was as far as he’d gotten with his plan. Get Kimberley Thomas to Shifter Grove. His whole brilliant plot. The rest of it was going to be played by ear. Good thing he was a decent tactician.

CHAPTER FIVE
    Kimberley
     
    There were plenty of long faces in the Minnesota Grizzlies camp when a team of nine guys who called themselves the Shovelers beat a team mostly consisting of their top players. Sure, they hadn’t taken all of the big names to Idaho—why would they, even for a practice match with regional contenders, regardless of their recent move—but getting beat on a damn lake when less than half of the opposing team was available? That had to sting.
    By the looks on the self-titled Shovelers, they weren’t quite done rubbing it in, either.
    Cannon leaned back in his seat, Memphis and the Grizzlies’ goalie Joe deep in conversation, or more like growling argument, over a goal Cannon had sent into the net that Joe had protested against. Memphis was doing a good enough job “defending” Cannon’s honor so the man himself didn’t have to delve into the ins and outs of why he was clearly in the right and Joe was obviously in the wrong.
    Don’t tell me she didn’t come, Cannon thought with some bitterness, his gaze creeping across Austin’s Texas, the only real bar that