“Goodnight, Jordan.” His chest rises and falls with a deep breath and his entire body relaxes.
“Goodnight, Tate.”
Our conversation earlier replays, about keeping this fun and casual until the end of playoffs, and worry rises in my mind.
Sex like that doesn’t feel casual. It feels novel and fascinating and addictive, setting a new standard that nothing will ever compare to.
I don’t know what to do. Casual has always been safe, but now? It feels dangerous.
It feels like I could get my heart broken.
And with that, I box up the worrying thoughts, vow not to think about them until June, and fall asleep against Tate.
CHAPTER 66
JORDAN
I sit at my desk,staring at my phone, summoning the courage to make a simple little phone call.
Fuck it.
“Jay Choudhury,” he answers.
“Hey, Jay.” I bite my bottom lip. “This is Jordan Hathaway.”
“Jordan!” I can hear the smile in his voice. “How the hell are you? You’re with the Storm now, huh?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Good for you, Hathaway. I knew you had the chops.”
He’s just being nice. The team won the second I left.
“What can I help you with? You need another winger?”
I laugh. That was Jay’s old position in the NHL. “No, but there’s something else I wondered if you’d be interested in.”
After a successful call with Jay, I head downstairs to the gym, where Rory’s working out with his trainer. On the way, I say hello to everyone I pass, using their names, which I’ve learned from meetings and employee files.
“What’s up, J-dawg?” Rory says.
“Don’t call me that. You’re on thin ice after that big-check dinner bullshit.”
And I suspect they have something to do with the Noah kiss cam thing, but I can’t prove it.
He smirks. “Don’t tell me you didn’t have fun.”
I don’t dignify that with a response. Of course I had fun. I always have fun with Tate.
“I was wondering if I could grab your dad’s contact info.”
He gives me a curious look. “What are you up to?”
“You’ll see.”
A few minutes later, I return to my office to call NHL Hall of Famer Rick Miller.
“This is Jordan Hathaway with the Storm,” I say when he answers. “I was wondering if you wanted to play hockey again.”
