Page 195 of Breaking Point
The man leans forward, his hand outstretched to shake mine gently. “I’m his coach, Anderson, and that’s how I know it mostdefinitely was you.” He lets go of my hand, his gaze flicking behind me to Grayson, who I can feel towering behind me. “Although it seems he’s had a small blip.”
“I told you what he said,” Grayson all but growls.
Anderson lifts his hands in surrender. “And I believe you, but all things considered, I’m not sure the refs are going to.”
“Whatever, tell them to fine me. Pummeling his face was worth every penny.”
Anderson just shakes his head as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Just go back to the hotel, ice your hand, and calm down.”
“No press?”
He barks out a laugh. “Are you kidding? They’d have a field day with you, and I don’t need you saying anything stupid.” Anderson moves past me, that warm smile back on his face as he pauses in front of me. “I’m sorry it was under these circumstances, but I’m glad I finally met you.”
“You too,” I offer back, loving the caring energy I can feel between him and Grayson despite the stern words exchanged.
It isn’t until the door closes behind me that Grayson speaks again. “Where’s Cindy?”
“Giving a security guard hell.”
“Figures,” he mutters warmly with a hint of humor.
“What did the player say?”
His eyes grow hard. “You don’t need to know.”
I physically recoil, taking a step back. “Oh…okay.”
Grayson sighs, closing his eyes. “No, not like that, Bella. Trust me…you don’t want to know.”
“I do want to know. That’s why I asked.”
He blows out a breath, putting his hands on his hips. “Stubborn woman.”
I mirror his pose, throwing it right back at him. “Stubborn hockey player.”
His eyes narrow before he straightens. “Wait here. I’ll go shower quickly and grab my stuff, then we can head back to the hotel together.”
Clicking my tongue, I take a seat on the medical table. “Fine.”
He doesn’t move.
“What?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “That was too easy.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I told you to do something and you just…said okay.” He cocks his head, moving forward to lay a hand on my forehead. “Are you feeling okay, Blaze?”
I swat his hand away. “Stop it, I’m fine. Go take a shower and hurry up. The antiseptic smell makes me want to puke.”
It reminds me of my mother’s endless hospital visits.
Something clicks in his gaze and before I know what’s happening, he’s leaning forward, wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up.
“What the fuck, Grayson?”
“You can wait out here then, away from the smell.”
