“Just don’t waste your energy. He’ll reach a point where he’s not actively trying to punch you in the face, but it’s best to just avoid him until then.”
“Thanks?” I reply, and the mascot smiles.
“Right. Well, see you tomorrow morning.”
“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” I reply.
I don’t know what I’ve done to receive this gift of having some connection to the Foxes, but I’ll take whatever I can get. I can’t let this be my last season, and I surely can’t fuck up my chance with this team while my brother watches from the sidelines.
CHAPTER 4
It’s early, but I’m ready on the ice with everything but the fox head on. Unfortunately, it’s a liability to have me wear ice skates, but I have on the special shoes they gave me for when I am on the ice. I’m in the stands most of the time for games anyway.
Sloane is lacing up her ice skates on the side, while Max skates around in circles before coming to join me in the center.
“She seems surprised that I’m here,” he whisper hisses.
“Because she is surprised. I don’t have her number. She just told me to meet her here yesterday. We’ll explain it when she gets on the ice.”
Her pretty, red hair trails behind her as she skates on the ice looking like a fucking angel. She’s dressed like she’s going right to work after this with high-waisted black pants and a tight white blouse tucked in.
She tilts her head at Max. “Max?”
“Ethan said I could join you,” he says almost shyly.
Sloane gives him a bright smile and nods her head. “And what is it you need help with?”
Max looks over at me, and I sigh. “We’re trying to overcompensate for his playboy image.”
“I see,” Sloane says, looking Max up and down. “But are you going to stop being a playboy, or are you wanting me to help you lie?” she asks boldly.
Max’s Adam’s apple bobs as he stares down at the very direct Omega.
“No, I don’t want to be like that anymore.”
“Why?” she questions.
“Because it only ever made me feel good for the moment. I want to feel good all the time,” he replies.
Sloane’s gaze doesn’t leave his, and even I look at the lonely Alpha in a new light.
“Okay. Then I’ll help you.”
“You will?”
“There are rules, of course,” Sloane says, her hands firmly on her hips. I gotta say, her standing on ice skates so effortlessly is a turn on I wasn’t expecting. “If I find out you’re lying to me, you’re done.”
Max raises his hands in mock surrender. “Is there anything else?”
“Yeah, I’ll do my best, but I can’t make any promises.”
“And what’s in it for you?” Max asks her.
“What do you mean?” she replies.
“Why bother helping us? I’m sure you’re busy enough doing other stuff for the team,” Max says. I stay quiet, but I’m just as eager to know the answer.
She pauses and thinks for a moment before speaking. “If my dad ever asks if I’m here early, you’ll tell him no.”
