Page 84 of Pucking Rebound

Pulling her around the back of a row of bushes, she gasps when she sees what I started before she arrived.

“Are we building a snowman?” she asks, pointing at the first ball I made to form part of the body, and I nod a yes.

Dropping my hand, she steps toward the half-built snowman. In awe, she takes in the forty sets of battery-operated fairy lights I draped around the smaller trees and bushes to help light the area. It took me two hours to do it but it was worth it to see the look of surprise and delight on Lola’s face.

“This is beautiful, Jordy.” Arms outstretched, she spins around, looking carefree and happy, which is all I wanted.

“You said that you loved building a snowman with your dad every year.” I lift my hand, gesturing to the figure. “I thought it might help cheer you up.” My voice is shaky, not feeling as confident about this idea as I was before. “Because you’ve hadsuch a shitty time of it lately, I wanted to do something nice for you.”

She stops spinning, her gaze locking onto me, and her eyes become watery.

Shit, I think I might have fucked up. Maybe this is upsetting for her rather than being something happy to reminisce about.

“This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, Jordy.”

“Yeah?”

“You are so kind and thoughtful.” She walks to me and looks up. Cupping my cheek with her mitten-covered hand she asks, “Do we have a scarf, a carrot for his nose, coal for his eyes, and buttons for his coat?”

“We do. As well as a hat and sticks for his arms.”

“Thank you.” She rises on her tiptoes to give me a kiss, which is as soft as a snowflake touching my skin, the tip of her nose cold against mine. “Then let’s build the best snowman that’s ever been built in Gold Bar Park.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Lola

Jordan Miller.

Star Eagles wingman and all-round great guy, who looks like a supermodel, could crack chestnuts between his ass cheeks they are that taut, and is always pictured in the press for being hockey’s most loved player, brought little Miss. Nobody—that’s me—to Gold Bar Park to build a snowman because he remembers what I told him the first night we slept together.

Could this man be any more adorable?

If it wasn’t so cold outside, I would tear his clothes off and do that thing with my tongue he likes to show him how grateful I am.

Laughing and joking the entire time, we built the snowman in record time because Jordy is mega fast at making snowballs.

I can confirm he is good with his hands.

Standing back, I admire our masterpiece. “He looks very smart.”

“I like his scarf and hat.” Jordy points at the Edmonton Eagles apparel he brought to dress him in. “Those will keep him warm all winter.”

“They will.”

“We can come back to patch him up after New Year if you want,” he suggests.

“It’s fine. Let nature take its course.” I look around. “Are we taking the lights with us?”

“Leave them. It makes him look like an exhibit at an art gallery.”

“It does,” I agree.

“Are we done?” From behind, Jordy drops his arms over my shoulders and around my neck, pulling me close.

“Yeah, I think so.” I sigh, contentment filling my body. I’ve had a lovely evening.

“Great, because I can’t feel my nuts anymore, and I swear to fuck, my dick probably looks more like a turtle that’s disappeared into his shell, which does nothing for my ego.” Jordy lays his chin on top of my head, his silly words making me chuckle.

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