Page 16 of Pucking Rebound

“Shit.” Jordy holds his hand up in apology to the car behind us and drives off.

“Thank you,” I say when the silence becomes too much. “For your lovely words.”

“I meant them.”

I fiddle with my fingers in my lap and embed every word into my memory bank as Jordy drives into an underground garage.

I let out a “wow”at the skyscraper we drive beneath.

“My dad built it. He’s a property developer.”

“I know who your parents are, Jordy.” His mother is a top-notch divorce lawyer, while his father owns acres of land in and around Edmonton and is the President of the Chamber of Commerce. I know this because I have a few businesses of my own and have considered becoming a member like my father was.

The metal gates slide open.

“Which spot is yours?” I ask, looking around as we enter.

“None of them,” Jordy replies, maneuvering his large truck around the tight corner. On the far side of the parking lot, a shutter door begins rolling up, revealing an already illuminated space I assume is Jordy’s. “I have my own private garage.”

“A garage within a garage? Fancy.” Jordy drives inside and the shutters roll down again behind us, sealing us in.

Looking around, I admire how tidy everything is. “You have a lot of car polishes.” Multicolored bottles line the shelving units like soldiers standing to attention.

“I like looking after my truck. And bike.” He nods in the direction of his motorcycle that I’ve only ever seen him on once.

He looked hotter than hell the day he came to the arena in his black leathers.

“Holy shit. Is that a…” I open my door quickly and jump out to get a closer look.

“Ferrari,” Jordy confirms as my jaw falls through the concrete floor.

I step toward the beautiful machine. “It’s so shiny.” I want to run my finger along the sunshine yellow metal but resist from fear of spoiling his hard work. He must spend hours waxing it.

“I’ll take you for a spin in it one day if you want.” His voice travels over my shoulder. “I only take it out on sunny days.” His lips, now level with my ear, make a joyful shiver of goosebumps rise across my skin.

“Okay.” My voice cracks from being this close again.

What the hell is happening to me tonight?

I’m heartbroken. Homeless and shouldn’t feel anything toward another man.

It’s all wrong.

If I even so much as touch Jordy, there would be consequences, and the last thing I want is a scandal at work or to disrupt his hockey career. His knee injury caused him months off the ice last season. I don’t want to be the one that is responsible for him missing any more.

What Jordy, the team, or staff don’t know is that I’m under Marcus Edwards’s protection. He owns the Edmonton Eagles, he knows who I am, and I won’t get fired, but as an assistant, I can’t be seen having a relationship with a player.

The strict rule they have in place applies to everyone and, as far as everyone is concerned, I am still a member of staff, so I have to look like I’m playing by the rules.

For now.

Who knows what happens after I tell Wade who I am? Until then I’m off limits.

As are the players to me.

Which is a shame.

Clearly, being cheated on has made me lose my goddamn mind tonight.

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