Page 103 of Slap Shot Scandal
One my father’s been reminding me about since before I could read.
Don’t get involved with the players, Harbor. Nothing good will come from that. Stick to the sidelines. It’s safer there.
But what if my dad’s wrong? What if this thing between me and Weston is real?
Sometimes you have to take a risk, Harbor.
Take the risk.
My father’s voice is replaced by Weston’s in my head and the heaviness in my chest eases, oxygen filling up my lungs.
Maybe we can make this work.
“Go for it, Harbor. Choose love this time.” Piper gives my arm a reassuring squeeze, her words ringing like a mantra in my head.
Choose love.
For once in my life, I’m going to follow my heart.
Weston Steele’s worth the risk.
Piper and I are having drinks at the lobby bar when my phone rings. I glance down and Weston’s name flashes on the screen.
“Answer it.” Piper nudges my elbow, raising her eyebrows.
“No. I’ll call him back.”
“Answer it! Or I will…” She grabs for my cell on the teak bar, so I preemptively click Accept.
“Hello?” I’m breathless, having just beat my sister out for the phone.
“Hey, Hurricane. You thinking about me?” There’s a playful smirk in his voice, and I can’t help but smile.
“Maybe…” I play coy, pretending that Piper and I haven’t been talking about him since she got to Driftwood Cove.
“Hopefully all good things.”
“Absolutely.”
“Great. That’s what I wanted to hear. What are you doing this weekend?”
My stomach flip-flops with nerves and excitement. Because of course I want to see Weston and introduce him to my sister.
“Not exactly sure. My sister’s in town unexpectedly.She wants to meet you.” The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them and Piper’s lips curve up in a huge, wicked smile. She takes a sip of her dirty martini and leans in closer to the cell, hoping to overhear more of our convo.
“That works out then. Bennett’s throwing a little team house party, and I want you to come.”
Breath hitches in my throat. Those aren’t the weekend plans I hoped he’d suggest.
“I don’t know, Weston…we’re trying to keep a low profile. Do you really think that’s the best idea?” I run my finger along the rim of my glass, the smooth surface cool and wet on my skin.
“Probably not. But it’ll be more obvious if you don’t show.”
He has a point. Bennett and Callum will definitely know something’s up, if they don’t already. From there, it’s only a matter of time until the entire team finds us out.
“C’mon, Hurricane. What do you say? My house, Saturday night? I promise not to take your clothes off.”
Damn.
