Page 60 of Puck with Karma
I stayed in my seat and smirked at the scene in front of me. She sounded very familiar with the owner’s wishes, a fact that Coach had also caught on.
“And Roger is not keeping you up to date with the provisions inmycontract?” He never took his eyes off her. “Or the fact that you can’t suspend any of my players without my direct consent?”
Laura Cantor squinted her eyes in annoyance.
“This,” she pointed at me, “has nothing to do with your contract. This is all about him,” she said referring to me. “He already has a write-up for fighting in the rink. Today he is having a second one…”
Coach Harris turned his head to stare me down.
“Did Cole Samson provoke you?”
“Yes, sir,” I nodded.
“Was this the first time?”
“No, sir,” I said again.
“Did he have it coming?”
I grinned in response. “Most definitely.”
Coach turned cold eyes back to Laura.
“Cole Samson will also need to be written up. This will be his second one in two weeks.”
The tension was thick in the room. My eyes found Abby who was still perched on her wooden stool, fear obvious on her face. When she noticed me watching her, she tried to smile, but her eyes filled with tears instead. I winked at her, hoping that it was a reassuring move.
When I looked up, Laura was watching me with a shrewd look on her face.
“I understand,” she smirked at me. “I guess you’re off the hook today, Mr. Hamilton.”
She grabbed all her stuff and strutted out of the office like she had no worries in the world. Abby followed her with more hurried moves.
“It’s weird that they called you in there, but nothing happened,” Noah now tells me. “Shouldn’t they have threatened you with something? Anything?”
I don’t respond. Instead, I wait for the elevator doors to open on my floor. He follows me like his ass is on fire.
“I smell something fishy,” he informs me. “If they didn’t do anything to you today, they will soon. Mark my words.”
I take my key out to get into the apartment. I freeze in the doorway when I see the state of my living room.
“What did you do in here?”
“What?” Noah steps around me, looking at the view in front of us in confusion. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, unsure of what to even say.
“It’s all so… clean.”
In fact, I don’t remember my apartment being spotless like this. Not that I am messy or dirty, but I can’t say that I go out of my way to pick up after myself.
“Oh, I cleaned last night. I couldn’t sleep.”
Noah looks down, embarrassed to admit that he likes everything extremely tidy. I eye him up and down.
“Are you OCD or something?”
“No, uh…” He clears his throat and moves from one foot to the other. “I love your apartment, and I didn’t want you to throw me out too soon.”
