Without thinking, I step forward. Every filthy intention at the forefront of my mind—until I remember. We work on the team together. Her ex-husband works on that team. We are neighbours and our kids are best friends. We don’t have room to be messy. I run a hand through my hair lightly tugging at it.
“Uh, sorry to bang down the door so early. I really need you. Uh, I need yourhelp,I mean.” Istutter like an idiot. Her eyes finally leave my exposed torso and flick up to my face.
She wraps her robe around her, and I hold back a groan in regret at the loss of that spectacular view. I explain my predicament and thankfully she agrees to keep Matty today until I’m back. This won’t work all the time as she has to travel with the team often but just this once, she saved my hide.
I give her my house key without a second thought. I don’t have time to spare.
I'm panting as I burst onto the plane, barely making it in time. Coach Randall sits on the front row.
Jesus, he’d scare the bulls out of the rodeo back home.
He just shakes his head at me and somehow the disappointment is worse than the anger. Then again, disappointment doesn’t make me do laps until I puke.
I rush to the back of the plane where I know Ronan saved a seat for me. Only because he would want to be the first to know if I didn't show.
I see two heads pop up from behind the mass of hockey player heads and airplane seats and twomore lean into the aisle, each with wide eyes until they land on me.
Liam smirks and the other three throw their heads back groaning. I roll my eyes.
“Wow, good to see y'all too.” I let the sarcasm drip from my words. I plop down in the aisle seat next to Ronan.
I narrow my eyes when Fitz extends his open hand over the back of his seat without turning around.
I give it a high five confused as to what he wants.
He just wiggles his fingers.
Ronan gives me an apologetic glance as he slaps a twenty into Liam’s hand.
My mouth falls open.
“Did you fuckers bet on me?” I look back and forth between his face and Fitz's hand. Then it dawns on me and the betrayal stings. “You betagainstme? What kind of goalie are you?”
Fitz just snickers and holds his hand out across the aisle.
Ryan the rookie shoots me an apologetic look as he reaches across Jordan Ripley to pass a twenty over as well.
I scowl.
He gives a sheepish smile and a shrug. “Sorry, Bridges.”
I put on my neck pillow and headphones with jerky movements. I’m never late. Stupid apple calendar. That’s what I get for upgrading my phone.
I don’t regret it though, I wanted Matty and I to be able to facetime Momma with the best camera quality.
I’m mostly over my little fit for until I see Jordan Ripley sneaking a peek at me over his shoulder. He turns back around when he sees me already looking, a slight blush spreading over his cheeks.
No.
I watch him.
He takes another peek.
I glance to my right at Ronan, who I catch shaking his head at Jordan with wide eyes.
When I whip my head back around in absolute disbelief, Jordan's snatching his empty hand back across the aisle.
I throw my headphones off.
