But this was a non-date, just a ride and a ticket to the playoffs. She reminded herself of that fact when she chose to wear her Red Wings jersey, but then forgot it when the short white mini-skirt made it into the mix. She reminded herself that it was a non-date when she decided not to put her hair up, but then forget it again when she found four-inch black strappy heels on her feet. And she tried to remind herself of their non-date status as she sat across from Jake in the limo, but totally forgot it when his hand brushed hers as he handed over her glass and little tingles went up her arm like electrical current.

“Nice limo.” She looked around the car. It wasn’t a stretch, but it was still a limo with a bar and a little flat screen and leather seats. Big time luxury, at least to her.

“I just thought it would be easier.” Jake shrugged. “Parking sucks at the arena.” He sat forward to take her glass and she relinquished it, ignoring that damned buzzy feeling in her limbs whenever he got close. She shook her head when he asked if she wanted another drink or anything to eat. There was also a little fridge. They’d already agreed on the phone not to do dinner. She’d been in a non-date mood at the time she insisted upon that. They’d also talked about Emma’s hair and Nina’s reaction-which hadn’t been good. Not good at all.

“Well, I haven’t heard from your ex-wife.” Rachel glanced out at the city flying by.

They really didn’t have far to go, just a few miles. “I guess that means she’s not going to sue me?”

“If she was going to sue you, you wouldn’t hear from her at all.” Jake finished his brandy and set the glass on the bar. “You’d just hear from her lawyer.”

“Eek.” The thought of being slapped with a lawsuit wasn’t a happy one. She needed less stress in her life, not more. “Well I haven’t heard from her lawyer either.”