Page 81 of What Are The Odds?
“Does this mean I get to keep you?” Stella asked, turning to pluck her eyebrows in the mirror.
An unease settled in my stomach. “What do you mean?”
“Levi’s been drafted,” she told me.
“I know.”
“So he can’t leave the States.”
“Understood.”
“Are you going to stay with him?”
I shook my head. Then shrugged. “I always planned to go home.”
She frowned. “Do you still?”
I hadn’t given it much thought. Well, any thought really. That seemed like something too crazy to think about when we’d only just become official. When I tried to imagine myself in Colorado, I couldn’t. And when I tried to picture Levi at home, I couldn’t.
“That’s months away,” I deflected.
Stella set down the tweezers. “Better make the most of it while it lasts then.”
43. Say yes
Grace.
I stared up at the bar, my wet chest heaving up and down. I was gassed and my lungs felt sharp. Sharper than normal. Coach had us completing pool laps, followed by burpees, hanging crunches then pull ups. We’d just clocked over the hour mark of practice, and I was spent. Droplets dripped down my back. It was hard to tell whether that was from my wet hair or sweat. I’d had to change my normal one-piece for a knee suit. The marks from Levi’s grip were still prominent enough on my ass to raise questions. I jumped for the bar, but my clammy hands gave way. I fell down, barely finding my footing before hitting the padded mat.
“Hughes.” Coach stalked towards me, his arms crossed over his chest. “You good?”
Nodding, I got back to my feet. Maybe I’d park the pull-ups for now. I only managed four burpees before I needed another break. Hunching over, I rested my hands on my thighs. I was nauseous. People always told me how humid it got in the pool. I never really noticed because I was used to it. Not today. I needed fresh air.
“Are you okay, Grace?” Ava asked as I passed her on my way outside.
“Yeah. I–”
I stumbled into her. She caught my arm.
“Not okay,” she concluded. “Go shower.”
“Coach hasn’t–”
“Screw practice, Grace. You’re sick. Go. Rest.”
*
The slicing of skates was loud in the empty arena. The air was cool in here, but for once, I didn’t mind. My gym bag bumped against my leg as I walked down the steps. The team were partway through a drill. I barely knew the sport, so it was hard to understand what was happening. The pace each skater picked up, all while passing the puck from one stick to another, didn’t cease to amaze me. As some guys changed directions, it briefly looked as though they were running before they’d transition back to smooth skating. It was hard to tell which one Levi was. They were all wearing matching training gear and helmets, and moving too quickly to catch sight of the numbers or names on their backs. I took a seat, setting my bag by my feet. Sticky sweat still coated my chest. I’d planned to go straight to my dorm to shower and sleep, but Levi had messaged asking me to meet him here. To talk about something. I had no idea what. I turned up my headphones. This morning I’d woken to a missed call from my brothers. We’d been playing phone tag all weekend. There was no point calling them now, they’d be asleep. While I was enjoying my life here, particularly the captain skating around, I still missed home. Sometimes FaceTiming my brothers bridged the gap, other times it made it worse. If they called from a café I loved, or friends I recognised were in the background, I’d end the call with a sinking feeling in my stomach. A figure skating towards me caught my attention. Levi pulled off his helmet. His hair was a sweaty mess, and his cheeks were flushed. Post-training Levi and post-sex Levi looked very similar. And they both did things to me. Even with a headache forming behind my eyes, my body roused at the sight of him. I took out my headphones and stood up. It looked as though training had wrapped up. Some of the team was skating off the ice, while others were taking shots at an empty net. Someone sent a puck in Levi’s direction.
“See if you can make that shot, Cap.”
I recognised Tripp’s voice. Smugly, Levi turned. He reared his arm back before swiping it through and flicking the puck with force. It moved so fast I could barely follow it with my eyes. Though I did make out the back of the netting as it was thrown back.
Tripp skated the puck back over. “Now try with a bit of pressure.”
After sending an apologetic look in my direction, Levi took Tripp on. For a while Tripp kept up with Levi, skating from one side to the next, until Levi changed directions quickly and rounded the puck behind Tripp. Tripp stopped, his stick resting on the ice as he gaped at the net.
“I let you do that so you could impress Hughesy.”
