Page 65 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
“I don’t cry?—”
He raises a brow, a smirk pulling at his lips.
“Come, or I’ll stay too and keep asking you questions about your lady in green. She looked good in Vipers colors. I wonder how hot she’d look in your jersey? Probably not as good as she’d look in mine.”
Something red hot shoots through me as my stomach knots up and my fists clench at my sides.
“You want her,” he teases.
“I don’t,” I counter. “I don’t even know who she is.”
It’s a bare-faced lie. But it should be the truth.
I was never meant to know who she was.
Fuck.
It would be so much easier if that were still the case.
She may have lingered in my head, in my fantasies for a while, but eventually, the memories of her would have faded.
But now…
Now I’m going to see her at home games, at any time she finds an excuse to come to the rink during practice. It might well be innocent, to see her dad. She might stand by what she said and never do or say anything about it again. But even the promise of her presence is enough to drive me out of my mind.
My confession has the opposite intended effect, piquing Linc’s interest.
“You don’t know who she is?” he repeats.
Pushing myself up so I sit against the headboard, I look at him, begging him to get this over with.
“No. I don’t know who she is.”
“But you fucked her, right?”
“I went back to her hotel room,” I say, refusing to go into details.
“Aaaand…watched Disney Plus?” He quirks a brow. “I saw you kiss her on the dance floor. There’s no fucking way you went and watched a movie.”
“Whatever we did or didn’t do, she never removed her mask.”
“Kinky, Rivers. I like it,” he says, waggling his eyebrows like the tyrant he is.
I drag my hand down my face.
“Does she know who you are?”
I swallow thickly, my Adam’s apple bobbing in my throat.
Apparently, that’s enough of an answer for him.
“So she knows who you are, and yet, she hasn’t come to find you?” he muses, like this is an algebra equation he needs to figure out.
“It was a one-night thing.”
“The women who want to sleep with us never want it to be a one-night thing,” he states, probably referring to the hordes of women he’s had to turn away over the years.
“Well, then I lucked out, because this one was happy with one night.”
