Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 155203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 776(@200wpm)___ 621(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 776(@200wpm)___ 621(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
There’s always a pregame press conference between the two teams, usually comprising of the captains and assistants. Michael Klein happens to be the latter.
“It’s fine,” I tell Coach. “I’ll do it.”
His dark eyes focus on my face. “Your head will be where it needs to be tomorrow?”
“Always,” I promise.
The coaches head for the door, along with Garrett, who claps me on the arm before leaving. Everyone else starts to disperse too. I walk various guys to the door and accept various words of encouragement that I don’t want to hear. I just want to be left the hell alone. I even wish Shane weren’t here right now, and he’s my roommate.
Colson lingers, then gestures for me to step into the hall. I flip the lock to keep the door open and follow him out.
“You okay?” he says brusquely.
I offer a faint smile. “You really care if I am?”
“I do. Also…” Case lets out a breath. “I never thought I’d say this in my life, but… I sort of miss you.”
“Bullshit.”
He laughs. “Right? Who in their right mind would miss your prolonged silences and asshole remarks?”
I run a hand through my hair, and Case’s gaze fixes on my left hand. Just like that, his laughter dies.
“Christ, Ryder. You married my ex-girlfriend,” he says flatly.
“No, I married my wife.”
He’s quiet for a long moment, pale blue eyes focusing on his feet. Then he sighs again.
“I don’t know if I’m ready to, like, hang out with you guys. Just the three of us.”
“I wouldn’t put anyone through that uncomfortable torture.”
He snickers. “But I’ll get over it,” he says, shrugging. “You’re not a bad guy, Luke. I know you didn’t do this on purpose.”
“I didn’t.” I sigh too. “Can’t help who you fall for.”
“No. You can’t.” He sticks out his hand. “We’re good if you want.”
“I want.”
I shake his hand, but he surprises me by yanking me in for a side hug. I return it, giving him a determined look when we pull apart.
“I won’t let this Klein bullshit screw with my head,” I promise.
“Never thought you would.” There’s a steely look in his own eyes. “Those assholes are going down tomorrow. Don’t worry, we’ll make them regret pulling this stunt.”
The next morning, I awake to a missed call from Julio Vega. I’m instantly sick to my stomach, because I highly doubt the Dallas GM is calling to wish me luck in the finals today. Just happens to coincide with the fact that my sordid family history suddenly became hot news.
My hand is shaking as I step onto the balcony holding my phone. Shane is still asleep. I woke up ahead of the alarm, as if my subconscious sensed I missed a call from the man who holds my future in his hands.
There’s a chill in the air, and I wish I threw my hoodie on first. I stand there in a T-shirt and track pants, cold fingers scrolling to return his call.
“Luke, I’m glad I caught you. Sorry for the early hour.”
“No problem. I was up.”
“Some media storm you found yourself in,” Vega says, cutting right to the chase. “Way to draw focus away from what really matters, huh? It’s the Frozen Four. That’s what they should be writing about.”
My stomach twists into knots. “I’m sorry, sir. I had nothing to do with—”
“Oh, you misunderstand. I’m not laying the blame at your door. It’s those vultures. And judging by the source of the initial article, it seems your opponent was trying to unnerve you.”
“Seems so.”
“Well, I wanted to touch base and let you know you have the full support of myself and the franchise on this matter.”
I’m so shocked I almost drop the phone off the ninth-floor balcony. “I do?”
“Of course. Not only will you be part of the family soon, but it’s just common decency. You lost a parent at a very young age. That shouldn’t be made into a spectacle or a piece of gossip.”
I swallow. “Oh. Well, thank you, sir. I appreciate that.”
“I lost my mother at a young age too. Not under such appalling circumstances, but painful nonetheless. If you need anything—you want me to speak to the prosecutor in Phoenix, arrange for you to attend the hearing without it being a media circus—just let me know. We’ll do everything on our end to help.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“And good luck today. We’ll be rooting for you down here in Dallas.”
After I end up the call, I’m embarrassed to realize I’m blinking back tears. But, Christ, the relief that gusts through me is almost an emotional release. I fumble with my phone to text Gigi, filling her in on the call with Vega. She’s awake too and texts back immediately.
GISELE:
I’m so glad, baby.
She’s still typing.
GISELE:
Maybe now you can stop waiting for the other shoe to drop all the time? Dallas wants you. They’re waiting for you. Stop doubting yourself.