I can’t imagine Frank letting me do this with him. We did cuddle, though. I’m sure of it.
Maybe not.
“You’re sure that I won’t be cramping your style if I move in?” I ask.
She nods. “Don’t you worry. We can be in our single era together.”
I raise an eyebrow. “There’s seriously no one?”
She shakes her head. “Everyone’s looking for masc lesbians, and I’m anything but.” I snort. She sticks a socked foot out, and I have to stop myself from lettingmy eyes glide up her calf muscles and her thick thighs. She’s a solid hockey player, thick muscle and an ass that won’t quit when she’s wearing heels and a dress.
She’s a goddess.
I take a sip of my water to try to calm the heat in my cheeks.
“And our schedule is absolute shit some weeks. No one really understands it.”
I nod. I don’t think Frank ever mentioned something about the schedule we had to follow during the season.
Maybe he brought ladies home during that time.
Oh—I should get tested then.
“Do you think Frank…?” I bite my lip. I can see the way her eyes follow my teeth as I chew on it. “Do you think he didn’t complain because he knew he could get away with cheating on me then?”
Her breath is caught in her chest before she slowly exhales. “I think that you should get tested just in case, but I don’t think he’d be that brazen to do it every time we were gone.”
I nod, suddenly feeling her arm around my shoulders and pulling me tightly to her. “When we do our physicals, they’ll run the test. So, we can do it there, or if you want a private clinic, we can do it there.”
“They’ll be—”
She cuts me off. “Unless you’re going to die, they won’t say anything to management. I’m sure of it,” shesays, “Besides, you were still using condoms with him, right?”
My heart thuds in my chest, and I’m suddenly grateful for my fear of children. My cheeks are boiling at the thought that she knew it too, but I’ve been vocal about it in the locker room. We had a player go on maternity leave pretty soon after we got set up as a team. She wasn’t expecting it, and her partner had basically given her an ultimatum— him and the baby or hockey.
She announced her retirement from the game after her mat leave ended.
Brynn claps her hand over my mouth, and I groan in disgust. “Look, he was a dick. From what you told me, he was never a good boyfriend, and he never really accepted that you were going to be a professional hockey player.”
I snort. “Well, I didn’t think that would have been a possibility either.“
“Liar, you always hoped you would.”
“But I never thought I would be one. Once the league started when I was in first year, it was like opening up a whole new Universe, but yeah, it was never something we thought we’d be doing.”
“You. Something thatyou’dbe doing.”
I swallow back the hurt that comes with her statement and blink back the pricks of tears that fill my eyes.Fuck.
I can’t believe he’d do this to me, to us, to throwour eight years down the shitter.
“She was so thin, tiny, and feminine,” I whisper, feeling that sting that has been stabbing me every time I think about her. She was stunning, blonde, blue-eyed, big-boobed, and petite. No muscles, thin shoulders, delicate features.
Very much the opposite of me.
“You shouldn’t compare yourself to her,” Brynn rubs her hand on my shoulder, wrapped around me like an octopus. “She didn’t know, and he’s a prick.”
“But what if he was my last chance?” I think aloud. Brynn snorts, and I feel like I’m about to melt down. “I’m serious, Brynn; I’ve been out of the game for eight years. I don’t know what it’s like to go on a date, and what if the fact that I’m too muscular is too much for men? They won’t like it.”
