Page 1 of The Golden Goalie

Prologue

Rico

I wave at the guys and hop into my truck, anxious to get home for the night. It’s been a long week, and it’s about to get even longer with everything I need to get done this weekend. Practices for the season haven’t officially started yet, but we’re getting ready for it. It felt good to get back out on the ice. An alert on my car system lets me know somebody’s calling.Aiden.I frown at that. Aiden shouldn’t be calling; he’s on his honeymoon. I slow down and pull into the nearest gas station and park before taking the call. “Hey, Man, what are you doing calling me? Aren’t you on your honeymoon?”

“I need a favor.” There’s no teasing in his voice.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I need you to go pick Amber up from a party. I’d do it myself, or Bri would but we’re...”

“Out of the country. Yeah. Of course.”

“Thanks, Man. I tried to get ahold of Sebastian and Stephanie, but neither of them are answering their phones.”

“So, I’m your third choice,” I joke. He doesn’t respond to my attempt to lighten the conversation. “Where is she at?”

“I’ll send you the address. Thank you, Man. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. Go enjoy your bride.” I smile as I hang up; those two are so in love. I wait a minute for his text to come through and then plug in the address, frowning as I double check the address. It’s almost an hour away, but it is what it is. If Aiden’s sister-in-law needs a ride, I’ll do it. He'd do the same for me.At least it gives me an hour to prepare for seeing her again. I just saw her a week ago at the wedding, but nothing ever really prepares me for seeing Brielle’s younger sister. Amber is...Amber. She’s full of life and attitude. She’s a few inches taller than Brielle, but still nowhere close to me. Of course, most people aren’t tall compared to my 6’4 frame. I picture her face in my mind and can’t stop the smile that crosses my face. It’s pretty much always in place when she’s around. Amber is my exact kind of kryptonite. She’s gorgeous with light brown hair and golden highlights and just a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheekbones. She has an iron will and is stubborn as all get out and can tear a man down in two seconds flat with her snark and sarcasm. Yet underneath that tough exterior, is a girl with a heart of gold. I’ve seen it when she interacts with her mom or her sister, or even Aiden. The first time I interacted with her, she nearly bit my head off. And masochist that I am, I loved it. Yep, she’s pretty perfect. There’s only one problem—she's not available.

A rock settles in my stomach, the same one that always does when I’m reminded of that glaring fact. She’s dating a guy I haven’t met; she’s actually been dating him for a while. I’ve tried to get more info on him, but Bri’s been pretty closed mouthed about it. Of course, Aiden’s too loyal to say anything. Bri’s made no bones about that fact that she doesn’t like him, but I don’t know why. It makes my gut hurt though, thinking about her being with somebody else, especially if he’s a jerk. Beside the fact that she’s dating, and she’s my teammate’s sister-in-law, there’s also one other problem. She’s six years younger than me. It doesn’t bother me in the least, but I see how it could bother others. If she was willing to date me, I would never let it be an issue. But I’m pretty sure she’s never going to look my way. I remind myself every time I see her that she’s taken, but my heart doesn’t seem to be getting the message. I picture her in herbridesmaid’s dress from the wedding, and I’m right back where I started...wanting her again.

I roll down my window and turn the radio up, trying to distract myself from these feelings. I finally turn onto the street and slow to a crawl. The street is packed with cars. When I get close to the house, a feeling of unease settles over me. The house is lit up like the fourth of July, and people are everywhere. I can hear the music thumping even from here. I finally find a spot on the street a block away. I walk back to the house suddenly thinking of all the questions I should have asked Aiden.Is she alone? Did she want a ride? And does she knowI’mthe one picking her up?I make my way up the driveway; it’s too late for any of those questions now. Hopefully, I can find her quickly and get out of here. I knock on the front door, unsure if anybody will even hear me. The door opens, and a woman nearly topples over.

“Hi!” she says too brightly. “Don’t you look handsome. Come on in here.” She takes my arm and drags me inside. Between her unsteadiness and slurred words, it’s obvious she’s been drinking. My stomach tightens even more. I need to find Amber and get out of here, hopefully before drawing too much attention to myself. I’m not as popular as Aiden and Sebastian, but if anybody is familiar with the Green Thunder team, I’m not exactly unpopular. “Hey Guys, look who’s here!” she calls out loudly, making me wince and killing any chance I have at avoiding people knowing I’m here.

“Well, well, well, look what the cat drug in. If it’s not the goalie from the Green Thunder team.” My jaw locks, and I turn around.Steve Raymoor. The current center for the Red Devils, and our biggest rivals. My gaze slowly scans the room, and I take in all the hockey players. In hindsight, it might have been good to know that this was a Devils’ party that I just walked into, but maybe Aiden didn’t know.

I put my hands in my pockets and try to look relaxed. “I’m not here to cause any problems. I’m just here to pick up a friend.”

Steve’s face tightens. “There’s nobody here that could possibly be your friend. Why are you here anyway? This is a private party.”

“Like I told you. Just picking up a friend.” I keep my voice easy, though it’s not lost on me that I am in a room of guys who would like nothing more than to tear me to pieces. We haven’t ever been on good terms with each other, as we’re rivals. But things really heated up when one of their players, Blake Grossan, stirred up problems by going after Brielle. Things have only gotten worse since then. “Look, if you could just find my friend, I can be on my way.”

“Who are you looking for?” another guy asks.

I turn to him gratefully. “Amber Campbell.”

He nods. “There’s a lot of people here, but I’ll see if I can find her.”

“Thanks, Man. I appreciate it.” And I do. Somebody gets Steve’s attention, and I use the opportunity to send a quick text to my captain. I’m not expecting trouble, but I just want to keep him apprised in case something comes from this. I probably should be calling Chloe, our PR agent. She likes to know about thingsbeforethey end up in the news or in a sports’ column. But the thought of telling her sends a bead of sweat down my back.No, our captain it is.

Me-so funny story

Me-I found myself at a party completely surrounded by Devils players

Me-funny, right?

I quickly pocket my phone when the guy that left to find Amber comes back. “Sorry, Man. I didn’t find an Amber. Are you sure she’s here?”

I grimace and run a hand over my chest. “I think so. I was told to pick her up.” I eye Steve, knowing I need to tread lightly. I'm a big guy and play hockey for a living. I have no problem throwing down, but I really don’t want to take on an entire hockey team tonight. That won’t end well. “Do you mind if I take a look around?”

Steve smirks. “Sure. Go right ahead.” I glance between him and the guy grinning like a Cheshire cat next to him—Ryan, also on the Devils team. A wariness fills me, but I know I can’t leave without Amber.Correction. I won’t leave without Amber.

I don’t say anything as I walk past them. There's a stiffness in my shoulders and a bad feeling in my gut, but I make my way through the crowded house. I search each of the main rooms. I don’t head upstairs, a knot forming in my stomach at the thought of finding her in one of those rooms.That’s not where she’s at,I convince myself and make it to the kitchen. I shoulder the wall-to-wall people and finally make it outside. The music is thumping out here, and there are people everywhere. I scowl as I try to make my way through the crowd. Normally, my height would give me an advantage; but with so many hockey guys here, it’s not.

Ten minutes later, I’m sweating and irritated. I’ve almost been tossed in the pool, I'm wearing some guy’s drink all over my white polo, and I’ve been sworn at more times than during a hockey game. I march back inside. I make it back to the living room and stop cold.

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