Page 61 of The Love Comeback
No, I told him that’s what I needed.
But this is for the best.
Right?
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kade
“He scored the winning goal in his last game, I wonder what he’ll do tonight,” I muse aloud. We’re currently driving to the airport for an away game, which means I’m missing Colton’s second game—something that I’m not happy about.
“I’m sure he’ll play really well,” Cam assures.
I sigh. “I just wish there was a way to watch it. It’s not like I’ll have anything better to do on this six-hour charter flight. Might as well be able to watch the game.”
“Yeah, I don’t think they stream ten-year-olds playing hockey, bro.” Dylan snorts from in front of me. “You’ll be better off just trying to imagine it in your head.”
“Man, what’s wrong with you tonight?” Cam shoots at Dylan.
“Sorry,” he replies, leaning his head back and shutting his eyes. “Just dealing with annoying family stuff. My sister’s best friend is coming over for dinner this weekend, but she’s planning on bringing herboyfriendthis time, and he’s literally the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”
“Wow, must be bad ifyou’resaying that.”
I check the time on my watch, pinpointing that Colton’s game will start about twenty minutes after take-off.
“You have no idea,” Dylan groans, but then doesn’t offer up any other amount of information. I don’t bother to ask any more questions.
“You could see if someone is streaming the game on Facebook or something,” Blaze speaks up, bringing my thoughts back to Colton. “Some parents are into that.”
“Maybe…” My voice trails off as the SUV pulls into the airport. I rub my forehead, knowing I should be thinking more about myowngame than trying to catch Colton’s. But for whatever reason, his game seems equally as important.
And I can’t help that he means a lot to me.
The team filters out of the SUVs to make our way to the charter plane. My bag bounces against my shoulders as I walk across the pavement, the whir of the jet engines already purring. I glance down at my Nikes, which are beat up and old from yearsof running on them. But they’re still my favorites, so I travel in them.
I make my way onto the charter plane and find a chair, plopping my bag down at my feet. I pull my phone out, put it in airplane mode, and then connect to the Wi-Fi. I scroll to social media and start scouring for any footage of Colton’s game. I find a couple of posts, but none of them are talking about actually streaming the game.
With a defeated sigh, I drop my phone in my lap and rub my temples.I suppose I could ask Ella to record it. But would that be crossing a line?I swallow hard at the thought. Would that break her rule of putting distance between us?
Probably.
“Ugh,” I grumble under my breath, knowing that the time is ticking away. I don’t want to miss seeing his second game—not after he finished his first one on such a high.
I pick the phone back up and scroll for a few more minutes, double-checking the league website and anything else that might lead me to a streaming video.
But my efforts are fruitless. If I want to see any part of Colton’s game, I’ll have to ask Ella to do something for me.
I turn to Cam, who’s sitting directly across from me. “Hey,” I call out to him. “You think it’d be okay to ask Ella if she could record the game? Or do you think that breaks the wholedistancething?”
Cam makes a face. “You’re really that determined to see it, huh?”
“Yeah,” I don’t even hesitate. I don’t care. “I need to see his game. Otherwise, I won’t know what we need to go over the next time I have a chance to give him a lesson.”
Cam studies me for a few moments. “Well … if you can’t find some other way to watch it, maybe just send Ella a quick text and ask her. Just don’t get upset if she says no or something. She doesn’t have to do that for you—and don’t double-text her, either. Say everything you need to say in one message.”
“I second that,” Blaze calls from beside him. “Don’t ever double-text someone who’s asking for space. That’s pushing it too far. Addy would totally tell you that.”
“But didn’t you double-text Addy at one point?”
