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looks like he’s waiting to dodge the inevitable swing.
    “I don’t mind going to any team event,” I say in a desperate attempt to diffuse the situation. “But just to be clear,” I add, eager to check his ego, “Team events existed before you got here, Brooks, and will continue to exist without you.”
    Cash’s lets out a deep breath. When he turns around, his blue eyes soften. He slowly sinks back into the sofa. “Hear that, Theo. Quinn doesn’t mind.”
    Theo taps his pen hard against the top of his iPad. “Just don't fuck up the Charity Skate. Do us all a favor and arrive on time and sober. Try to remember it’s a family event.” He quickly stands up from the sofa. Sober? I glance over at Cash, my eyes boring into him, but he says nothing. Was there something I’m missing?
    “Thanks for coming in,” Theo says, dismissing Cash. “I think we’re done here. Good luck at the game tonight.”
    “I want a minute alone with Quinn,” Cash demands, still stubbornly lounging on the sofa.
    Theo scratches the back of his neck. “I don’t think that’s appropriate—”
    “I wasn’t asking your permission,” Cash says, this time in a harder tone.
    “Quinn?” Theo asks, looking over at me.
    “It’s fine,” I reply, strategically rising to my feet. I walk over to my desk and place myself at a safe distance from Cash.
    Theo nods at me. “Alright, but as soon as you’re done, I’d like to speak with you my office.” He scowls at Cash and leaves my office door fully open before crossing the hallway to his office.
    Cash stands and follows me over to my desk. “Are you done thinking?”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “Are you coming to the game tonight?”
    “If I say yes, will you get the hell out of my office and stop intimidating my boss?”
    “Deal.” He looks pleased with himself. “Will you wear my jersey tonight?”
    I roll my eyes and flop down in my chair. “Don’t push it, Brooks.”
    “What if I score a hat-trick? If I do, will you let me take you out for dinner?”
    I can’t tell whether he’s joking or propositioning me. “Seriously?”
    “Seriously.” He stares back at me with his big baby blues.
    “Whatever.” I dismiss him, raising my hand and concentrate on my computer screen. “Just get out of my office.”
    As I begin to log in to my email, Cash’s retreating footsteps echo in my ears. “You’re welcome by the way,” he says from the doorway.
    “For what?” I lift my head.
    “The roses.” He leans against the frame with that cocky grin.
    My heart races as he turns around again, providing me with the perfect shot of his rock hard ass. I swallow hard, my mouth dry. I want to hate him. I know he’s nothing but trouble. But there’s something about the way he smiles at me that makes me realize hating him is going to be next to impossible. The chemistry between us is unlike anything I have ever experienced before.
    “Hi, Cash,” coos a female voice from the hallway. A petite blonde, holding a tray of coffee, runs her free hand along his bicep as she passes him.
    “Hey, Becky.” He nods in her direction.
    “I hope you have a good game tonight. I’ll be there, cheering you on all night long,” She wets her lips and gives him a wink.
    As she continues down the hall, Cash looks back at me and shakes his head. “I bet she would have appreciated those roses and the tickets on your desk.”
    I roll my eyes and give him a dismissive wave. “Goodbye, Cash.”
    The rest of the morning, I find myself stuck in Theo’s office. He is all business, taking me through a step-by-step process of posting and updating on the Bruisers’ social-media sites. Theo gives me a rundown of the Bruisers’ calendar of events and my involvement with helping promote the team. Around five o’clock, we call it quits and I make my way back into my office to grab my things. The first and only thing I see is the white envelope holding those four tickets staring back at me from the top