Page 213 of Playing the Pucking Game
“I am so ready for this game,” Killer says as he joins us. “We’re gonna fucking kill it. This man right here is going to have another shutout game,” he says, backhanding Handsy across the chest. “And we’re gonna continue our reign as division leaders.”
“Amen to that,” Fletch says with a wide smile, although it falters when his eyes find me and the lack of excitement on my face. “Everything okay, Storm?”
Beside me, Kodie chuckles knowingly. “He’s frustrated and ready to burn off some energy.”
Fletch quirks a brow.
“We’re going out after our next game,” Killer announces, as if they didn’t do something after our meal last night.
“Aren’t you tired?” Fletch asks, but before Killer can respond, someone stalks toward us who does look tired. “Oh, for the love of god.”
“Who let the rookie get wasted?” I ask, taking in his pale face and red eyes.
“I’m not—” Monroe says, holding his hand up as he sucks in a deep breath. “I think I ate something I shouldn’t have.”
“Wonderful,” Fletch muses. “You gonna be okay joining us?”
“Hopefully it’ll subside.”
“Coaches are here,” Brit points out, and we all begin heading outside.
I turn back as I follow the guys toward the exit.
Where is she?
I look around at all the faces waiting to head to the arena.
Everyone else is here.
I drag my hand down my face before turning back to look at the elevator.
Should I go and get her?
But as I consider making my way up to find her, the doors open, revealing the woman I’m waiting for looking even more beautiful than ever.
Her red hair is pulled back into a sleek, high ponytail. Her large, golden eyes twinkle in the bright overhead lights, and her lips are glossy and full.
Shit. The way I want to worship this woman.
I spin around fully to face her, and her eyes land on mine.
Her breath catches, and I swear her cheeks brighten.
Is she thinking about last night?
It takes her a moment to move, and I revel in the thought that I rendered her useless.
“Come on, Donnelly,” someone calls from behind me, snapping her out of her trance.
She rushes from the elevator and attempts to march straight past me to join the rest of the medical staff waiting to exit the building.
“Whoa, slow the fuck down,” I hiss, reaching for her wrist as she attempts to race past me.
“What are you doing?” she snaps, turning to glare at me.
“Not ignoring you, which is what you seem to be attempting to do to me.”
“Life isn’t all about you, know you. I’ve got to go.”
