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The refs were calling a bad play—the arena booing as a guy from the other team was sent to the penalty box. I smirked at Coach Locke’s smug face.
I scanned the crowd and found Emily sitting next to Bardot. She was wearing my sweatshirt, and she looked damn good in it.
I wanted her in my jersey, but Julie talked me out of it. She said something about only doing jerseys when we’re really sure about a partner.
I am sure about my Pink, though.
It was probably because she caught her with Bardot in the kitchen. It was a hard situation to explain to someone as innocent as Julie.
Would Bardot be the front man? The one Emily could tell the world about?
That bastard had all the luck.
They lived together. He already had a whole history with her I couldn’t compete with.
Okay. Maybe I was a little jealous of him.
But tonight, that would change. I was pretty certain the two of them hadn’t slept together yet, so we were on even playing field there.
We were staying in Cincinnati overnight and if the game went well, I would celebrate with my girl.
All. The. Way.
If we lost—which I wouldn’t let happen—I’m sure she would cuddle me until I cared no more.
Coach Locke got my attention, and I blocked out the noise of jealousy thrumming through me. It was my time to shine.
I hopped the boards, my skates hitting the ice like they were part of my body, and joined the fray.
We scored easily. Kept the puck away from our net. Scored again. We had ten minutes to get the puck in the goal one last time before the buzzer sounded.
I had plans, and they didn’t involve going into overtime.
I flew through the defense, bringing the puck to the other net. Passing to Roman, I blasted forward, smacking into a guy looking for a fight, but I had somewhere to be.
I blew through him and positioned myself for Roman’s pass back to me.
With the other team advancing on me, I struck the puck through them, through their goalie’s legs as he reached too high. The puck nestled into the net, resting after it smacked the back of the goalie.
I searched the crowd, finding Pink on her feet, cheering with her whole beautiful self.
We successfully kept the puck away from our net until the clock ran out, securing a solid win. Knowing I had someone in the crowd watching made the W that much better.
A win was good. It showed her I was serious about my career. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t care if I lost, but I learned early on that many people were quick to judge me if they thought I wasn’t playing my best game.
Things were good as long as I stayed on top.
I showered and was as present as I could be during our post-game celebrations, but my attention was on Emily as she darted around the locker room, getting brief sound bites for her videos.
We locked eyes, and she bit her lower lip.
I wanted to drag her into one of the shower stalls. We could make the other guys blush with the sounds I’d coax out of her.
But before we could talk, she was gone.
It had been a long day, and she knew I was coming to her hotel room, so I didn’t let it bother me. I was impatient, but we had time.
Eventually, the hubbub died down as appetites overtook adrenaline, and everyone dispersed.
