“I think he means that lucky charm is looking extra hot tonight,” Foxx chuckles, nodding his head to the crowd.
Turning around, I immediately see what has my team members frothing at the mouth. Full red lips break out into a smile when she notices me looking at her.
She’s wearing a white Bolts tee that dips in the front, and I see a flash of gold around her neck, letting me know she’s wearing her necklace I bought her. My mouth suddenly turns dry because I know exactly what my number is nestled between.
“I’ll be right back,” I shoot back to my lineup, not even bothering to look at them, as my eyes only want to focus on one thing.
As I get closer to the glass, Miles appears with Olivia and Bee, along with Jake and his family. When they notice me, I force myself to stop staring at their sister and pretend I came over for them. Which is no simple feat when I can feel her eyes on me, causing an unseen tether to bind us together with such force that I’m surprised the glass isn’t cracking from the pressure.
“Uncle Knox!” Bee’s little voice rings out as she scrambles down the center steps, closer to the glass, with Jake’s daughter Charlotte right behind her. They are adorable, just as I thought they would be with their matching pink Bolt dresses.
Except for Bee’s dark curls, she looks just like Olivia with her hazel eyes and dimples. When Miles told me he was dating a single mom, nothing could have surprised me more, but once I saw the two of them together, I knew she was perfect for him. Little Bee was just an added bonus. She’s become my little bestie over the past few months and immediately took hold of my heart.
I grin at her and Charlie, holding my finger up to tell them to wait right there before skating over to the extra pucks on the ice. Hooking two with my stick, I stop in front of them again and nod at Miles, who steps behind the girls.
Flicking one over the glass, Miles easily catches it and hands it to Bee while I toss the other one over to Jake to give to Charlie. Both girls are jumping up and down as they hold the pucks in their hands.
My eyes get drawn back to Savi as the girls scramble to their seats in excitement. Something stirs in those blues that has my heart pounding something fierce.
She fingers the necklace around her neck, and I want to scale the glass like a spider monkey to taste that red lipstick on those lips that are making me have wicked thoughts that I have no business thinking around her brothers, let alone their children.
I glance at her family, and they are busy giving the kids their snacks and getting them settled in for the game before moving back to the one who has me under her spell. A smile plays on my lips as I touch a glove over my heart to where her tattoo lies before giving her a wink and skating away.
Her words from earlier suddenly enter my mind as I chuckle on my way to the center line.
Score a goal tonight, and what I’m wearing will be put to good use when it ends up all over you later.
The red lipstick.
Well played, sunshine, well played.
I finish my warmup and head to the locker room before game time with one thought going through my mind.
I’m getting that goal tonight, and the red color she is teasing me with right now will most definitely end up smeared.
My legs burnas I push myself forward, landing against the boards as I fight for control of the puck. I knew the Hawks wouldbe out for blood, but I underestimated how badly they wanted this win.
It’s been a no-scoring game up until they got one in the second period on a power play. Since then, I’ve been fighting like hell to get this leech off my back, so I can get a shot in. I should sayleechessince I feel like the whole damn team wants to babysit me tonight.
Our only chance of winning now is for one of my teammates to slide by, since apparently, they are making it crystal clear that I’m not to get close to the net today.
“Fuck,” I spit out, straddling the wall quickly as I move to sit on the bench for a change out. “Give me that last play,” I shout to the equipment manager as he hands me the tablet.
Focusing on the screen, I see where we messed up, and a shot could have been taken. If I can get them off of me for two seconds, then I know we can make this happen.
“Kane,” I yell down the bench. “You ready to win that bet?”
“I’ve been waiting all night,” he grins. “Just get me that puck and an open shot, and it’s payday for me.”
“McCormick, I need you to take care of number eighteen. He’s been up my ass all night. I just need a few seconds to get in there.”
“Got it,” he says, not taking his eyes off the game.
I glance up at the scoreboard.
Five minutes left.
“If I pull Blade, do we have this, Stone?” Coach says, standing behind me.
