“I’m fine.”
“You’ve reorganized the tape kit three times.”
“It was disorganized.”
“It actually wasn’t.” He studies my face. “Did something happen with?—”
“No. Nothing happened. Everything’s fine.”
“Marnie—”
“Jake. Please. I’m fine.”
He backs off but I can feel him watching me for the rest of the night.
The game is close—we win 3-2 in overtime, Roman gets the game-winning goal, and when he skates past the bench afterward he looks directly at me.
Just for a second.
And then he winks.
I’m furious. And turned on. And so frustrated I could scream.
Back at the hotel, I’m in my room trying to focus on PT reports when he messages me.
Roman
Get any new material lately?
I stare at the message. Is he seriously?—
Roman
Books. You were reading on the plane. Figured you got something new.
Oh. The books.
I reach for my bag, pull out the one I’ve been meaning to read.Tied Up in Overtime.
Maybe.
Roman
Let me guess. More goalies?
Coaches this time. About a woman who gets benched for bad behavior.
Roman
And?
And he teaches her discipline.
Roman
That sounds intriguing.
Does it?
