Page 119 of Puck with Karma
“I can’t believe I made such a mess of things,” she cries into my shirt. “I should’ve told you everything from the start. Had I done that…”
“Hey, stop it.” I slip a hand under her hair and force her head up to look at me. “I shouldn’t have been such an idiot.”
I attempt another smile when she lets out soft snort that sure makes it sound like she agrees with me on the idiot statement.
“I assumed things. So many fucking things,” I admit. “I should’ve just asked all the questions instead of jumping to conclusions.”
“There was no way for you to know,” she tries to jump to my defense. I press my thumb to her lips.
“You’re sweet, but we both know I’m right.” I pause for dramatic effect. “This time.”
Abby stares at me for the longest time before she lifts herself up my chest and presses her lips to mine. I can tell she wants to take the kiss much deeper, but there’s a problem.
“Babe,” I push her off me. “I’d love to shove my tongue so deep into your mouth, you’ll taste me forever. But I can’t feel much of anything.”
She looks incredulous. “What do you mean?”
“They gave me a shot in my face to numb me,” I point at the body part in question. “And also some crazy meds on top of that.”
She smiles and brings her hands to my hair, smoothing it back with soft moves. She then brings a gentle finger to the area under my eyes.
“It’s starting to bruise up.”
I nod in agreement. I’m sure I’ll look a fright tomorrow.
“Your dad called me,” she says out of nowhere.
I don’t even know how to react to her casual statement, but she doesn’t wait for me to comment.
“He told me about you two. And how he… how he quit being your agent.”
I shrug. “I was getting ready to fire him.”
“He told me that, too,” she smirks at me. “It was quite the phone call, I have to say. I’m not sure how he got my number…”
I nod and stare at her. My father always had his ways, and I never questioned it. I never cared either. All I cared about was that he was pushing me harder than I’d preferred.
“So you guys just chatted for a while then?” I ask when I see she stops talking.
She lets out a shuddering breath. “Yeah, it was surprising.”
“Was there a particular reason for it?”
She nods. “Two.”
“Two reasons?” I ask for confirmation. “What were they?”
Abby sits up, like she is trying to put some distance between us.
“He’s been in touch with an NHL team that is interested in acquiring you.”
I sit back. “Okay.” It kind of makes sense after what he told me earlier when we spoke. He implied someone would be calling.
“What’s the second reason?” I ask. This time, she looks terrified.
“He asked if I’d be willing to represent you during negotiations. As your agent.”
This time, I am sure my face splits into the biggest grin. I had not seen this coming at all, and I fucking love it. And her. I love her. No time like the present to tell her.
