Page 4 of Secret Puck
“No. I think you’re following me.” We reach the table where Adam and Rhett are seated with a group of guys.
“Yo, Heath!” one of the guys calls to him.
It takes a couple of seconds for my brain to catch up.
“You’re a hockey player?” I frown while I try to place him. I’ve only met a few of Adam’s teammates, but I’ve been to several games, so I’m surprised I don’t recognize him.
His brows pull together studying me, maybe trying to place me as well. “Not a fan of hockey? I think you’re at the wrong table then.”
Adam stands and puts a protective arm around my shoulders. “She’s not a fan of any men at the moment.”
Kill me now.
I stare down at my white tennis shoes as Adam introduces me. “Guys, this is my baby sister, Ginny. It’s her first day.”
The group offers their hellos and grunts of acknowledgment. They’ve all got several plates of food in front of them like Heath and are shoveling it in like they haven’t eaten in days.
I take a seat and so does Heath, across from me.
“Did you come to the games last year?” he asks as he pours syrup over his waffles.
“Yeah, a couple. Why?”
“I don’t recall seeing you.”
This makes me laugh. In a crowd of cheering fans, how could he possibly remember? “I don’t recall seeing you either.”
He leans across the table with a cocky smirk. “I was the one doing all the scoring.”
2
Ginny
I eat my breakfast,staying mostly quiet while the guys talk back and forth. They complain about the workout this morning and talk up the season. I’ve gotten good over the years at tuning out hockey talk.
I catch Heath staring at me an uncomfortable number of times. Uncomfortable because I only know he’s staring at me because I’m staring at him too.
Oh, and he eats every one of the giant waffles, plus the rest of his food.
“Where’s your first class?” Adam asks me as we’re finishing up.
“Umm… the humanities building, I think.”
He nods and sits back in his chair. “You know where it’s at? Want me to walk you?”
I resist rolling my eyes. “Yes. I’ll be fine.”
“Humanities building?” Heath asks. “I’m walking that way.”
Standing, I put on my backpack and then pick up my tray. “I’ve got it, really.” I glance at my brother. “See you later.” And then I give a little wave with my free hand to the rest of the table.
As I’m dropping my empty tray, Heath steps up beside me. “Adam Scott’s sister… I don’t see the resemblance.”
“Thank you… I think?”
He’s still following me when we get to the exit. “There’s really no need. I know where I’m going.”
“Okay.” He shrugs one shoulder. “See you around, Ginny Scott.”
