Page 53 of Power Play
His large hand wraps around mine, but his gaze remains on the bathroom. "If she upset you..."
I squeeze his hand. "Look at me. Do I look upset?"
He does, and I watch as his muscles relax.
"When we get in the car, you're giving me a play-by-play recap of what was said."
I smile and roll my eyes. "Such a hockey coach thing to say."
"You're lucky you're pregnant, because I'd turn your ass red for rolling your eyes at me." He threatens, a dark promise in his tone.
I roll my eyes again. "The babies are in my stomach, not my ass.... sir," I add in the end, knowing it drives him crazy.
"Check!" he shouts, raising his hand in the air. Again, a couple dozen faces turn towards us for making a ruckus in a fancy restaurant, but the heat in Scott's eyes promises so much more, and fuck if I'm not here for it.
Chapter thirty
Lacey
I'm the first over the boards. The arena has erupted into all-out chaos. Every Titan has paired up with a Bruin in an all-out brawl. Refs are blowing whistles and shouting. Even Gabe is out of the net and taking on a Bruin's D man alongside Alt. The Bruin's goalie shoots forward towards Gabe for a goalie fight.
This isn't good.
The fans are shouting and banging against the plexiglass, but all I can see is Ben's body going rigid and his breathing becoming mechanical. He's knocked out.
Scott bellows my name behind me, but I can't think of anything else.
I scramble and struggle to get to him on the ice. I should have worn snow grips, but I'm just the Junior PT. I never expected to be out on the ice. But this is Ben.MyBen. I dodge Jonesy, who is exchanging punches with a Bruin, and slide the last few feet to Ben's side.
I grip his face in my hands, my heart trying to beat its way out of my throat. His lips are parted, and his breaths are shallow but even. I tap his cheek a little. "Ben? Baby? Come on, baby. I need you to come back to me."
Tears prick my eyes, and Ben's face goes watery, but I can't blink for fear Ben will be gone when I open my lids again. Lauren slides up next to me with the smelling salts. Fuck, of course. I'm such an idiot.
She breaks the package and puts it under Ben's nose. His whiskey brown eyes blink open a second later, his lip curled in a snarl. Hisshoulder's not in its normal place either. Even under his padding and jersey, I can tell it's hanging too low to be normal.
That fucking Bruin ran into him like a freight train when he was already falling towards the boards, knocking off his helmet, knocking him out and probably dislocating his shoulder.
A hand grips my arm roughly and yanks me to standing. A murderous Scott scowls at me. He dips his head a little before growling at me. "You're pregnant!"
I try to shake his hand off and huff in annoyance. "I know that." I turn back towards Ben, but Scott yanks me back towards him.
"You could have fallen. You could have hurt the babies."
I'm lightheaded as the blood drains from my face and I realize what he means. In my rush to get to Ben, I didn't consider how dangerous sliding around on the ice would be.
"I-I'm sorry."
Scott looks down and sees where his fingers are digging into my arm, before releasing it and running his hand through his short hair.
"We'll talk about it later," he growls before turning and walking off the ice.
At least he didn't demand I go back. He knows how worried I am about Ben. And he doesn't want to cause a scene that will make the public start rumors about us. I will be more careful shuffling off the ice, though.
I kneel next to Ben again, the cold ice seeping through the knees of my scrubs.
He blinks rapidly, his eyes going from glazed to more focused. I breathe a sigh of relief. He'll have to do the concussion protocol, but he'll live.
"Hey, pretty girl," he slurs as if his tongue is two sizes too big, a boyish grin on his face.
