Chapter 6

Wayne’s POV

“Tell me, do you assault everyone who you don’t know based on the conclusions you’ve jumped to? You know, come to think of it, there was a lot of force behind that punch. Seemed kind of premeditated to me.”

Her eyes narrow, her hand balling up at her side. “Oh, trust me, if I’d meant to hit you, you’d know it.”

I don’t know this woman at all, but something tells me she just might be telling the truth. She might appear to be a little buttoned up, but from that spitfire attitude she showed out in the parking lot, I’d say she’s anything but.

“Somehow, I doubt that, darlin',” I find myself saying just to taunt her.

The way her jaw moves back and forth is a sign she doesn’t like that one bit.

Now, normally, I have really good reflexes. You don’t become an NHL player without them. I can usually read people really well. Again, a pro hockey player. It’s just a skill set that comes with playing the game.

But nowhere, not once in all my ye