“I’m going to head down and see the team.”
“Want me to go with you?” Piper asks.
I shake my head. “No. Go see Cash. I’ll be fine.”
“You sure?”
“Go.” I push Piper in the opposite direction of me. “I promise, I’m good. Break the news to Cash that you’re buying all of us drinks.”
Piper rolls her eyes at me before dropping a kiss on my cheek. “Even if Cash doesn’t win, I’m still happy your team won. Because I want you to win another cup too.”
“Really?” I ask.
“Really. But try not to beat Colorado for it, okay?”
“No promises.” I laugh.
Following everyone out of our suite, I take a few deep breaths. I want to see the guys. Congratulate them on their big win.
Seeing Graham though? I haven’t seen him since I left our place in Nashville. Well, his place. Do I want to see him?
At this point, I feel like I can see him and it won’t rip me in half.
I only hope he wants to see me too.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
GRAHAM
The crowd noise is frenetic. With each passing second, it gets louder and louder in here, the fans encouraging their team to get the puck in the goal to tie the game.
Even pulling Nick from goal doesn’t do the trick.
But as time ticks away, the final horn sounds.
Knights 2, Black Diamonds 1.
“Hell yeah!” Jasper comes skating over and jumps on top of me as we start celebrating on Colorado’s ice. “That was fucking amazing!”
“I can’t believe we just pulled off the upset!” Bode tackles us, pushing us farther into the boards. Fans are pounding their annoyance out on the glass, but I couldn’t care less.
Euphoria takes over at the feeling of beating this team. A team that we’ve now beat twice when no one said we could do it. But here we are at the end of the game having come out on top.
“That goal was a thing of beauty, Flounder.” Marcus holds out his gloved fists for a bump. “Fucking amazing!”
“Fuck, that felt good.”
“Fucking great.” Bode claps me on the back.
We leave the ice and head back down the tunnel toward our locker room. The arena is quiet compared to when we arrived. I love that we shut the crowd down.
It felt fucking amazing.
“Fuck yeah!” Dax cheers out as I enter the visitors’ area. “I can’t believe we beat the defending Stanley Cup champions!”
I don’t know if I’ve ever been in a locker room that has been so boisterous following a win. It’s the Knights biggest win to date.
“What a play by Fisher in the third!” Coach Andrews pipes up as he hops up onto one of the chairs that line the wall. “That was a thing of beauty! Way to keep your head in the game.”
