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“You seem a little keyed up.”
“I want to fucking win,” I sneer, and he grins.
“That’s a done deal. What’s really wrong?”
I give him a dark look. “Does it look like the time to talk about anything but hockey, Cruz? Why do you always bug the shit out of me?”
He tickles my beard, the freaking eejit. “Because you’re so cute to tease.” I smack his hand away, and he only grins. “Talk to Clara?”
I glare, unable to control the thoughts swirling in my mind. Does he know? That I like her? That I saw her come? Shit. “What’s it to ya?”
His grin widens. “Just curious if she’s working well for you. I did knock up her sister, so I do care for her.”
My jaw tightens, and I feel my molars starting to crack. I don’t know if I’m pissed about the call, pissed that he wants to know about Clara, or pissed that he has the right to care because she’s his future sister-in-law. Actually, I’m pissed about everything.
Most of all, that she came in my bed.
Alone.
“Go to your net, Cruz,” I bite out, and he shoots me a cheesy grin.
“Aw, it’s okay to have feelings. Share them with me.”
“Go, Cruz.”
His laughter trails behind him to his net, and I swear I crack a tooth.
But the goal is called back because the Griffins were offsides.
And we end up winning the game.
Which is good since I know how to win hockey games. But the game of Clara McDavid?
Yeah, that’s another story.
CHAPTER 12
Clara
Me: I got lost in the woods.
Riggs: What in the hell? How?
Me: I don’t know. I was on the trail during my run, and then I got off it. Thankfully, Gretzky and Gordie knew where to go. Darcy and I were as lost as last year’s Easter eggs.
Riggs: JFC. Be careful out there. Don’t go trailing too deep. Actually, stay on the road. It’s four miles to the stop sign at the turn to my house.
Me: I’m honored you think I can run eight miles.
Riggs: You can’t? Maybe if you ate more, you could.
Me: Is that a challenge?
Riggs: If you plan on running with me, I do eight miles. And no matter how much you flash those little doe eyes at me, I won’t carry you.
Me: I bet I could convince you.
Riggs: Did you eat after your run?
