Page 79 of Heart Check
I make like I’m going for a backhand from the left, and he moves with me.
I have just enough time to shift right for a forehand shot.
But he doesn’t.
The sound of the puck swishing into the net without meeting any resistance is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.
Until the cheers erupt, that is. My name rises over them.
The team pours off the bench, their shouts deafening, and they’re on me to celebrate the game winner before I’ve even reached the sidelines. I let myself be enveloped in their pride, shouting my praises right back at them. That goal was only possible because of the way we played together, the way they set me up.
Talent is nothing without your team.
As the celebration rages around me, I raise my fist toward the stands. I can’t help looking for Harper.
I really hope she saw that goal.
FRIDAY, 7:35 P.M.
Harper:i know you won’t get these texts until after the game, but i wanted to wish you good luck. you’re ready for this, and you deserve every moment
FRIDAY, 8:05 P.M.
Harper:dawson, i might die from the stress of this game
Harper:i need you to know you killed me
Harper:and you can’t kill me before i have the chance to apologize
FRIDAY, 8:29 P.M.
Harper:your dad’s here, you know. of course you know, but you should know how excited he gets every time you get the puck. how big he’s smiling just watching you play
Harper:i know you want to make him proud and everything, but
Harper:i think he already is
Harper:i think he knows you love it
FRIDAY, 8:43 P.M.
Harper:okay, i know i said your coach inflates your ego… but maybe he’s not wrong
FRIDAY, 9:02 P.M.
Harper:are you wearing one of my bracelets???
Harper:just fyi, we’re setting up a modeling shoot with you for my website
Harper:if you forgive me.
FRIDAY, 9:07 P.M.
Harper:i can’t wait to congratulate you in person
29.HARPER
When Dawson takes off hisglove and raises his fist in the air fuckingBreakfast Clubstyle, my heart stops.
