Page 139 of Ice Wolf
I’d already walked to where I had a bird’s-eye view of the suite Pops had rented for the finals game. My parents had arrived, Steven was there with some chick.
But up to this point, there’d been no sign of Lily. I’d left her a message. Sent several texts, which she hadn’t even looked at. She wasn’t coming. There was no doubt in my mind.
What the fuck was I going to do?
“What the hell?” I heard Eric say from behind me. I turned, noticing he was glued to the phone as if the final had been called off.
So were a couple of other teammates.
Just then, Coach Cavanaugh walked into the locker room, headed in my direction. “Masters. I need to see you for a minute.” He expected me to follow, turning swiftly and taking long strides into the corridor.
“Shit,” Pete muttered. The man was also staring at his phone, but when I walked by, both men glanced at me. What in the hell were they getting all sheepish about?
When I noticed the coach’s face, I had a very bad feeling. In his hand was his iPad.
“What’s going on, Coach?”
“You haven’t been online today, son. Have you?”
“Nah. Getting ready for the game. Why?”
He sucked in his breath and scrubbed his jaw. “Something going on with you and Ms. Weathers?”
“Why?”
“I thought you two were really hitting it off. I mean I know she was hired to do a job, but it seemed like the two of you developed a relationship.”
“Yeah, we have. Why are you asking?”
“I wouldn’t get into your personal business, but I don’t want you blindsided. Not right now. I need your full concentration on the game.”
“What’s going on?”
He hesitated again, shaking his head before lifting his iPad.
I shifted from foot to foot nervously until he handed me the computer.
“Since that’s on every social media site and my guess is you’ll be asked by reporters about it too.”
As I stared down at the picture on Instagram, every inch of skin crackled from intense electricity.
The last two months had been a lie.
One fake engagement.
I handed him the iPad, smirking as I did. “So what? Now, let’s win a championship.”
Lily
Why did the world hate me?
Maybe not the entire world, but a good portion of it.
I’d picked a fight with Saint on purpose.
I was late to perhaps the biggest game of his career.
I’d been threatened by a twisted asshole who thought I’d fall at his feet.
