The puck drops and Marcus shoots it over to Bode. Bode takes off down the ice, working with the other guys on his line to set up the play. I don’t know much, nor do I know all the intricacies of the game, but it’s fast. So fast, I almost miss when Bode puts the puck in the net.
“Yes!” I shout, grabbing Caleb’s arms and waving them in the air. “Daddy scored.”
He’s celebrating on the ice as his teammates crowd around him. The hometown team is booing him, a few even flipping him off from behind the glass.
“He made that look easy,” Cressy tells me.
“He’s good, right?”
“You can say that again.”
Boston ties the game before the end of the first period, and easily scores at the beginning of the second. The Knights don’t take it lying down.
Between Jasper, Marcus, and Bode, they move the puck down the ice. Jasper to Bode to Marcus back to Bode across to Jasper before he sends it flying to Bode and it’s in the back of the net.
"Wow. Two in one night? That’s pretty good,” Cressy says as the score gets tied up again.
“It is.” A grin stretches across my face. I love watching Bode play. He’s so good, and his love for the game is evident as he skates back to his line for the puck drop.
Caleb falls asleep in my arms as the game continues. Boston scores again, but Marcus quickly scores another Nashville goal to tie it up again.
As the third period starts, shots are fired, but defended with ease by the goalies.
“Okay, why do people like sports? This is way too intense for me.” Cressy is leaning forward, chewing on her perfectly manicured nails.
“This isn’t even that bad.”
There’s still ten minutes left in the game. It takes less than a second to score— another thing I’ve learned.
Noah grabs the puck that’s blocked by their goalie and fires it toward Bode. He’s off, skating down the ice on a breakaway. There’s no one in front of him as he dekes out the goalie and puts it in the back of the net.
“Yes,” I whisper, not wanting to wake up the baby in my arms.
“Holy shit. That was incredible,” Cressy tells me, turning to look at me. “You two look so cute.”
She pulls her phone out and snaps a pic, then holds it out for me to see. I smile at the photo as I listen to the commentators.
“Bode Adams with the goal. He is on fire tonight with a hat trick. He’s really stepping up as the playmaker this season. If the Knights are looking for someone on the ice, Adams is always there,” the commentator says.
A surge of pride courses through me. Since the season started, I’ve watched almost all of Bode’s games. It’s hard not to get hooked on the game. The way Bode skates is mesmerizing. It’s like he’s one with the ice. It’s hard to take my eyes off him.
Not that I even really want to.
Bode Adams is too damn sexy for his own good and he’s a temptation that is getting harder and harder to deny.
“Well, it seems that the commentators love Bode,” Cressy points out.
“He’s an amazing player,” I tell her.
“That’s the only thing we’re recognizing right now. Okay.”
“If I didn’t love you, I would kick you out right about now.”
“Ouch.” Cressy feigns hurt. “I see where I stand.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Okay, okay. Back to the soccer game.”
