Page 54 of Playing the Pucking Game
Be professional, Parker.
The second I spot the hourglass on his arm, my breath catches, and I look up.
Our eyes collide, and that familiar electricity crackles between us.
He makes a show of opening his pants and letting them drop to his ankles, but I keep my eyes on his face.
The second the arrogant motherfucker blows a kiss, I twist back into my seat and cross my arms over my chest, silently chastising myself for being so weak.
“Did you want to talk about it?” Brooke asks.
“Nothing to talk about,” I lie, instantly feeling bad about it.
I might only be on day two, but Brooke has been nothing but friendly and supportive.
I haven’t even spoken to Casey about this. Whatever this is.
“Okay,” she says lightly, although I doubt she believes a word of it. “The offer is there, though. If you need it. Us girls have to stick together.”
After a few more minutes, the guys settle back into their seats, the flight attendants do their safety demonstrations, and we’re taxiing toward the runway.
The young female flight attendant makes her way down the aisle, checking for seat belts, and pauses the second she gets to me.
“Welcome aboard,” she says, holding her hand out for me to shake. “I’m Leah, one of the team’s crew.” Her smile is friendly, and there’s a fun air about her that instantly pulls me in. Her skin is dark and beautiful, her hair has been artfully styled away from her face, and her makeup is flawless. And her curves...damn. I bet the guys love flying with her taking care of them.
“Hey, I’m Parker. The team’s newest athletic trainer.”
Her smile grows. “I was stoked when I saw the post announcing your new position. Congrats. Freaking love it when we sneak our way into a man’s world. We should go out and celebrate tonight.”
“Yesss,” Brooke agrees happily.
“Uh…” I hesitate, unsure of the rules while we’re on the road.
“It’s perfect. The guys will be having an early night ready for the game tomorrow. We won’t have to worry about bumping into them.”
“I should also be doing the same.”
“We won’t stay out late,” Brooke assures me. “Some food. Some cocktails. You deserve it for putting up with Storm today.”
“Uh oh, getting on the wrong side of the players already?” Leah teases.
“Only Storm,” Brooke explains for me. “But from the sounds of it, she’s been on his wrong side for years.”
I can’t help but groan.
“Sounds like there’s a story there,” Leah says, curiosity burning in her eyes. “Listen, I’ve got work to do. But I’ll message you when we land and make a plan,” she says to Brooke before making her way to the back of the plane.
15
LINCOLN
“You’re driving me crazy. Go and find a bunny or something to blow off some steam,” Kodie says as I pace the length of our room.
“I don’t want a bunny,” I mutter.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see him sit upright.
“Are you sick?” he asks in a teasing tone.
