“Yes.” I point between the two of them as I sling my bag over my shoulder. “And just because I’m speaking to this man?—”
“A very sexy man,” Sienna interjects.
I ignore her. “Does not mean I am going home with him.”
“We’ll see about that.” Imogen waggles her perfectly waxed brows at me.
Spinning on my heel, I head towards the bar.
Towards the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
He tracks me as I approach him. The nerves turn to flames. I want to throw myself at him as I stop in front of his seat.
But I don’t. I do the sensible thing instead.
“Hello.”
Chapter Two
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Fuck me. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so tired in my whole damn life. And that’s saying something since I played hockey.
Jet lag is a bitch.
Having arrived early yesterday morning in London, I’ve been powering through exhaustion. With a new job starting in a few days, I wanted to acclimate to the time difference.
Even on my second day here, I can barely keep my eyes open. They’re as dry as sandpaper.
Scrubbing a hand down my face, I take in my small apartment. Flat, as I was reminded several times by the cabbie that dropped me off.
Flat. I need to remember that. I’ve already gotten several weird looks when I went to the corner store to grab groceries so I don’t starve.
Thankfully this place is already furnished, so I don’t have to mess around with finding furniture for it.
The entirety of thisflatcould fit into my bedroom back home. The kitchen is small, with a wall that cuts throughthe living room. There’s a sliding door across from the kitchen that leads to the bedroom and bathroom.
At least there’s a decent view of a park across the way. Better than the graffitied brick on the other side of my building.
Nothing fancy, but since I don’t need much, it’s fine. I’m only here on a short-term contract with the Lightning. I have a lot to do in the way of proving myself to the team.
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Alfie
Did you make it okay?
I smiledown at the message from my new assistant coach. I’ve called and texted with him a few times since I got the offer. Coming in during the middle of the season is never a good thing. The team was floundering with their old coach, and the owner of the team wanted to mix things up.
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I did
Fucking tired as hell, but I made it
You know what they say beats jet lag?
What?
