I swallow down the rest of my old fashioned and put more excitement into my voice than I feel. Because Angie has all sorts of thoughts swirling around in my head.
Love.
Marriage.
Cash.
All the things that the two of us won’t get. Because Cash Williams is a lone wolf. Someone who doesn’t need anyone.
If only Cash could need me.
“We should get going if we’re going to beat the crowds.”
“Let’s go.”
I slip into my jacket, letting it hang open over Cash’s jersey. Because even if we’re going to be done soon, I am still proud to be his.
Even for a little while.
Chapter Twenty-Three
PIPER
“Iknow this game doesn’t mean anything in the standings, but I want them to win so badly,” I tell Angie. We’re in a suite with a few other players’ wives, but no one I know.
“Because you want them to be the better team and win. Best of the best.”
“I still can’t believe Cash got in. I mean, I can, but I can’t.”
“Believe it, Piper. He’s going to help the team make a run for the playoffs when the season picks back up.”
“You’re really going to have to help me deal with those nerves when it happens.”
Angie stands, giving me a warm smile. “You know I’m here for you. I’m going to grab a drink. Need anything?”
I shake my head. “Just a water.”
“You got it.”
The intermission is going by with the teams’ mascots playing a round of musical chairs on the ice. I take the time to settle my brain with mindless scrolling, looking through past text messages with Cash.
All the way back to when this thing started. It’s hard to believe how much time has passed, yet it’s still flown by.
Pictures of the two of us.
Puck.
Articles talking about how he’s an asset to Colorado.
Sexy texts.
Those are my favorite and ones I should not be looking at in public.
But with the All-Star break ending with the game tonight, we don’t really have a reason to keep this thing going. Cassie said this weekend was it. It’s hard not to look at everything we had and hope for more.
Because…do we really have to give this thing up?
I know Cash is a loner, doesn’t like people. I’m hoping that maybe he’s changed his mind. That when we get home we can have a conversation about making this thing permanent.
