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“It’s stupid,” he muttered, frowning at Soto as he missed a practice shot by a mile. “It hasn’t happened for any of my brothers. Hasn’t happened to me. It’s probably not going to happen.”
I hit him on the shoulder as he tried to get up from his stretch. “Cheer up, Walker. I believe in soulmates too. So does Lincoln.”
“Really?” he asked, his eyes excited.
“Yep. And since you’re in the circle of trust—”
“I thought you said there wasn’t a circle of trust.”
I shrugged. “It’s a new thing. ANYWAYS…before you so rudely interrupted me, I was about to tell you that I bet you’ll find your girl.”
He whined. “Can we stop talking about this now?”
I chuckled and shot Blake another look. “Never.”
* * *
We’d just started the game when I noticed it...a group of idiotic frat boys sitting behind Blake in the stands, obviously intent on getting her attention.
A spike of jealousy shot through me, which was stupid—she had my cum dripping out of her pussy—but still!
Leaning forward, I squinted, trying to read their lips.
Damn it, I couldn't make out what they were saying—not that I had ever possessed that skill before—but the idiots were definitely flirting with her. My jaw clenched. I couldnotplay under these conditions.
I turned to one of the staff members hovering behind the bench and flashed my most charming smile. "Hey, buddy, you think you could do me a little favor?"
The guy’s eyes widened eagerly, and he nodded his head so hard, he kinda looked like one of those bobbleheads. "Yeah, of course, Ari, anything. What do you need?"
I pointed discreetly at the guys attempting to chat up Blake. She was trying to ignore them, but the shitheads were being persistent. Who throws popcorn at a hot girl to get their attention?
Why Ari, a frat boy, of course.
"See those guys over there? I need you to give them new seats…kick them out if you have to. Got it?"
The staff member grinned and gave me a thumbs-up. "Consider it done, Ari."
With that, he walked over to the guy in the stands, and a tense conversation later, they were being moved elsewhere.
Mission accomplished.
I returned my focus back to the game. I continued to steal glances at Blake though, making sure no one else was trying to swoop in. She was mine, and no one else's, and I intended to make that abundantly clear, both on and off the ice.
* * *
Blake
The game had just begun, and I was settled in my seat, doing my best to follow what was happening on the ice. Hockey was so fast moving—it was hard to keep up. The arena was on fire tonight though. L.A. was facing off against Las Vegas and the fans were going nuts.
Unfortunately I had attracted the attention of some very…persistent guys in the row behind me. No matter what I did, they were not getting the hint I wasn’t interested. They'd been trying to get me to talk to them ever since the puck dropped, and while I’d initially attempted to be polite, their relentlessness was past the point of being annoying.
Something hit the back of my head, and I glanced down to see that they’d thrown some popcorn at me.
Mature guys. I was definitely ready to spread my legs with that move.
Hopefully they hadn’t chewed on it first.
A few minutes passed, and my frustration grew. The Cobras were playing out of their minds, but I was having a tough time getting to enjoy it. The assholes had gotten so aggressive that one of them was in my ear, telling me how hot I was.
