Delicious.
I savor the treat, some of the work tension easing with each bite. Topping off my wine glass, I stare at the second tray of cookies.
Too many to eat myself. I’ll be sick for sure.
I walk away, top off my wine. Circle back to the counter.
He did go to the therapy session.
Grabbing a small bakery box, I quickly pack up a dozen of the cookies and secure the lid with a white ribbon.
Without overthinking things, I slip out of the condo and dart next door. Bishop’s standing guard outside, leaning against the wall and watching something funny on his phone. Lifting his eyes, he stands up taller when he sees me. He doesn’t ask any questions and I don’t offer any answers.
Wordlessly, I drop the box at Bennett’s doorstep andknock once before hustling back to my condo, pretending my pulse isn’t sprinting.
Safely inside, I lean against the door and exhale.
The ‘noble’ man deserves dessert.
It’s a chocolate chip cookie, not a peace offering.
It doesn’t mean anything.
There’s a buzz from the counter.
Bennett: A ribbon? That’s dangerously close to a gesture, Sunshine
Warmth blooms in my chest and I can’t stop smiling at my phone. I fiddle with the delicate gold chain at my throat, fingers trembling.
I need to be careful before this situation with Bennett turns into something I can’t control.
CHAPTER 12
BENNETT
The Yacht Club gala was three days ago and I’m still riding the high. Practice is going great, I’m faster and stronger than ever. Coach seems happy, so I’m happy. A few more days and this stupid probation thing should be behind me.
And then there’s Tori.
Since that night, she’s played a starring role in my dreams. Those dark eyes, her long lashes. The way her hair flows over her bare shoulders.
That freckle.
I spend almost as much time thinking about her as I do hockey.
My phone buzzes on the counter and I grab for it, thinking it might be her.
Goalie Boy: On my way over with pizza
I stare at the message, trying to decide if my stomach’sgrowling or sinking. I go with growling, mainly because that’s easier.
Bennett: Thanks bro
Ten minutes later, Callum’s sitting on my sofa eating a slice of pizza. I grab two glasses of water and sink down next to him.
“You looked good at practice today.” Callum shoots me a sideways glance, his eyes doing a quick survey.
“Thanks. I’m feeling great. Can’t wait to be back out there.”
