Page 377 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
“This room is full of hockey players.”
“So? It’s New Years. It’s all about new starts remember.”
Excitement stirs in my stomach as I think about what the New Year holds for me already.
Casey wasn’t the only one to have her dream come true this year.
By some miracle, I’ve managed to achieve mine too.
In three days, I am officially starting my new position as the LA Vipers’ newest—and obviously hottest—athletic trainer.
“My new job is even more reason why I shouldn’t be kissing any of these guys,” I point out.
Drunk or not, I will not be forgetting the promise I made to myself all those years ago.
No hockey players. Not again.
Ever.
“Baby, it’s almost time,” Kodie says, stepping up behind my best friend so he can steal her away for their midnight kiss.
“Please, Parker,” Casey begs, her eyes all soft and pathetic. “Next year is your year, I can feel it. Please don’t start it alone.”
“Go, just go,” I say, waving them off before turning to the bar and gesturing to one of the servers for a new drink.
My spine stiffens as someonesteps up beside me.
I don’t need to turn around to know the looming presence belongs to a hockey player; I can tell by the expensive scent of their cologne.
My only question is…which one.
“Thank you,” I say as my double Jack and Coke is placed in front of me.
“Something wrong with all the champagne that’s being passed around?”
Closing my eyes, I silently will the man next to me away.
But I already know I’m not that lucky.
Lifting my drink to my lips, I swallow a gulp, hoping it’ll help me deal with the man beside me.
My skin heats under his attention, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing he affects me in any way other than annoying me.
“I guess this is the problem with parties the team owner throws, he doesn’t invite bunnies,” I taunt, finally twisting around to look at the player who dared to come over and ruin the last few minutes of this year.
The smirk that pulls at Lincoln Storm’s lips makes my teeth grind.
He thinks he so special. So hot and…okay, fine. He is hot. But the fact he knows it counteracts the whole situation. That along with a whole list of other things.
“It’s not really an issue when you’re in the room, sweetheart.”
“If you think that kind of line is going to get you anywhere with me then you really need to think again.”
“It’s almost midnight, Donnelly.”
“And that means what, exactly? You going to turn back into a pumpkin?”
One side of his mouth kicks up in amusement.
