Jenna rolled her eyes as she filled some drink orders. “Now how could I have possibly known he was a hockey fan? You’re the one who brought him to me, remember?”
Liz studied her glass of wine. “Obviously I’m going to have to do a better job of vetting potential dates for you in the future.”
“Obviously. Maybe a questionnaire?”
“You are so funny.”
She smirked. “I try to be.”
“But seriously, Jenna. Doesn’t it annoy you that he’s off with Ty and Eddie?”
“No. Should it?”
“You hate sports.”
“I told you. I don’t hate it. I just don’t want to date anyone who loves or plays it. I get plenty of it here, as you can see.”
Liz sighed. “I was so hopeful with Dylan. He’s amazing eye candy.”
Jenna let her gaze wander down the bar, but it didn’t settle on Dylan. She couldn’t help but gravitate toward Ty. Even though Dylan was drop dead gorgeous, in the middle of a pack of handsome men, it was Ty who captured her attention. He tilted the bottle of beer to his lips, and all she could think of was his mouth on hers, the way he kissed her. She watched his fingertips absently stroke the moisture on the outside of the bottle as he laughed with the guys, and remembered his touch, the way his fingers played along her skin.
She shivered.
“Sorry it didn’t work out with you and Dylan.”
She flipped her attention back to Liz. “No big deal.”
Liz looked at the end of the bar. “Or maybe it’s not Dylan you were looking at.”
“Of course it was. He’s hot.”
“So’s Ty.”
“I was not looking at Ty. That’s over.”
Liz crossed her arms and laid them on the bar. “Is it? Why do you fight the attraction when it’s so obvious?”
“It’s not obvious. He’s moved on and so have I.”
Liz laughed. “You have not. You’ve been watching him the entire time I’ve been here.”
“I haven’t—oh, hell. I have been.” It was pointless to deny it, when the truth was so obvious. “I can’t help myself. He’s like a virus I can’t get rid of.”
“That bad, huh?”
“He’s always here.”
“I don’t think he’s always here. It’s hockey season. He plays a lot of games and he’s frequently on the road. Maybe you just notice him when he is here.”
“I guess. I don’t know. It’s hard to forget about someone you slept with when they keep showing up where you work.”
“So he’s bothering you.”
“Not in the least. He ignores me.”
“He blew you off.”
“No. I dumped him.”
Liz threw her hands in the air. “Then what’s the problem?”
“I don’t know. He’s just…there. Reminding me.”
“Of?”
She narrowed her gaze at Liz. “Are you sure you’re not an attorney?”
Liz laughed. “I’m certain. But I know he’s gotten to you, so what it is about him?”
“We had an amazing night together.”
“So go have some more. No one says you have to marry the guy, but if you had fun with him, who cares if he plays sports? I know for a fact Ty isn’t the settling-down type.”
“He’s not?”
“No.”
Then maybe she’d been approaching this all wrong. Maybe she should just screw his brains out and get him out of her system, and then they could go their separate ways.
“You could be right. I just didn’t get enough of him, and he’s on my mind a lot. It’s not like I care for him.”
“Right. You just want more of that hot stuff he’s offering.”
She let out a snort. “Something like that.”
“So go for it.”
“If he’s interested. Remember, I dumped him.”
“Honey, he has a penis. He’s interested. And men are different than women, in case you haven’t noticed. If he was hurt over being dumped, do you think he’d still be coming here?”
“Good point.” Ty didn’t act hurt. He still smiled and waved at her, he was still friendly. He’d just been maintaining his distance.
It was, after all, what she’d asked for. She’d told him it was over.
But now she didn’t want it to be over.
Ugh. When had she become that woman?
“I don’t know, Liz. He might think I’m crazy.”
“We’re all crazy. That’s what makes women so interesting. Go up and talk to him.”
“In front of my date for tonight?”
“Pfft. I’ll take care of Dylan. I have some legal matters to talk over with him anyway. And if Dylan had the hots for you, no hockey team in the world would have been able to pull him away.”
“Huh. So you’re saying I wasn’t exactly his type?”
“He likes big boobs.”
She gaped at her less-than-generous chest, then at Liz. “Why the hell did you set him up with me?”
Liz shrugged. “To see if you’d go through with it.”
“You are crazy.”
“See? I told you.” Liz slid off the bar stool and headed over to Dylan, pulled him away from his adoration of the Ice players, and led him to one of the tables. Ever a gentleman, he went where Liz directed him.