Page 3 of Pucking Good Girl

I have two weeks before I have to give Victor an answer.

The only thing I know without a shadow of a doubt is that I would rather not graduate and lose everything than sell my soul and my body to the devil.

CHAPTER 2

RIGHT NAME WRONG NUMBER

Macklin

Isee Talia coming out of the Zeta House as I park outside our frat house.

She’s still in last night’s clothes. My jersey and a pair of tight jeans that make her perfect ass look spectacular.

My girl must be deep in thought because she walks past my car without noticing it.

“God, she looks hot with Shayba on her back.” Becks says from the passenger seat. “I’ll have to give her one of my jerseys too, though.”

I roll my eyes. I did everything I could to ditch him so I could speak to Talia alone, but my brother is sticking to me like superglue. “What’s the point? Your jersey will still say Shayba.”

The little shit chuckles. “Right name, wrong number. Your jersey is number nineteen. I want to see a number seven on her back, under my name.”

Not if I have a say in it.

“Hey baby.” I call out after rolling down the window. “Talia.” I insist when she doesn’t turn around.

I don’t like the way she’s walking. Her posture is rigid. I can see the tension in her shoulders from a mile away.

“Is she ok?” Becks asks, picking up on the same clues.

Fuck if I know. But I’m going to find out.

“Hey Talia.” I get out of the car and jog to catch up with her.

When she turns to look at me, my heart almost stops. She’s as pale as a sheet of paper; her eyes are red as if she had been crying.

I’m immediately worried that last night was too much for her. I made sure to let her call the shots, and I would have stopped in a second if she had even looked uncomfortable. But what if in the stark light of day, she regrets what happened?

“Baby, are you ok?” I ask, my pulse now speeding as I search her expression for clues.

She throws herself into my arms and I hold her tight to my chest, right in the middle of Greek Row.

“Talia?” Becks catches up with us.

He’s right behind Talia and I have to fight the urge to tell him to leave us alone. I know he wouldn’t go anyway, and right now my focus is on my girl.

After a long moment, she lifts her face to look at me. “I’m ok. I’m sorry, I just went for a walk. I don’t feel too good. Maybe it’s low blood sugar.”

My eyes shift to the Zeta House. “Sorry it took us so long to come back with breakfast. There was a crazy long line at the drive-through. Did you get something to eat in the house?”

Talia shakes her head. “No. I bumped into Gen and we had a fight. And I… forgot about food. Then I came out and realized that my head is spinning.”

“Let’s get you something to eat. Becks and I brought breakfast. Let’s go into the house.”

She stiffens, staying rooted to her spot when I attempt to lead her toward the Gamma House. “Can we go somewhere else to have breakfast? The house will be crowded, and I would prefer a quieter spot. I was going to walk to the beach. I just need some fresh air.”

Something in her body language puts me on high alert. I know low or high blood sugar can really affect someone’s behavior, but I have a feeling there’s more to this than just that.

And I would bet every NHL offer on my table that whatever is bothering Talia has to do with my ex-girlfriend.