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She locks her phone and stares at me. “Nobody.”
“And you expect me to believe that? Spill,” I demand.
She bites her lip and looks around before leaning into me and whispering, “I kind of met someone.”
Pulling back, I playfully slap her arm. “And you’re just now telling me? When did you meet? Where? Who is it?”
She looks around again, and I’m beginning to wonder if she’s having an affair with a big celebrity or something.
“Nik, this is super secret. No one can know,” she warns me, as if she isn’t protecting the biggest secret I’ll ever have.
I don’t even say a word. I just stare at her in bewilderment.
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, you know what I mean. It’s just a big deal, and he would get into so, so much trouble if this got out.” She leans back into my ear. “It’s my dad’s business partner.”
I gasp, and my eyes fly open. “Oh my God, Chloe! Which one?” I start laughing. “Your dad is going to kill you.”
“Mark Ledger. It’s a good thing that my other daddy will protect me.” She winks.
“Nope.” I laugh. “Don’t do that again. Horrible. Keep it in your bedroom. And instead of picking a lower-level business partner, you picked the one who works with your dad every single day? You’re bad.”
She smirks. “I know.”
Our attention drifts back to the ice as the announcers say something completely inaudible.
Number nineteen flashes across the screen as the teams skate off of the ice. Grabbing my phone, I snap a picture of the ice down below and send it to Cam.
Me: Good luck, Cameron. XO
Just a few minutes later, the announcer shouts into the mic, “Are you ready for some Nighthawks hockey?!”
The rink explodes with cheers from the thousands of attendees. The announcer quickly tells us the visiting team’s starting lineup with almost no excitement.
A beat of silence passes before he roars into the mic with immense enthusiasm, “Let’s meet your starting Nighthawks! Number sixteen, Alec Kostelecky!”
The crowd cheers and hollers.
“Number nineteen, Cam Costelloooo!”
“Woo!” I scream along with everyone else.
Cam flies out onto the ice and joins Alec at his side. I don’t know how Cam makes skating so attractive, but it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. But that could totally be because I know exactly what he looks like out of that uniform.
The rest of the team is announced, and the US anthem is sung before the teams are ready for the puck drop.
I can’t take my eyes off of him. The way he is so completely in the zone and exactly himself. It’s a turn-on to see him do what he loves.
The whistle blows, the puck drops, and my heart races as I realize that I’m totally screwed. I’m falling for a Nighthawk, and I don’t think he’ll ever let me go—and I don’t want him to. I’ll find a way to make it all work out. I have to.
The first period flies by, and I have a feeling I am going to become a huge hockey fan—or rather a huge hockey-player fan. The score is zero to zero as the teams go toward their locker rooms.
“Having fun?” Chloe asks me as I take a sip of the water we grabbed at concessions before the game.
“Yes, a lot of fun.” I pause. “Thank you for making me come tonight.”
She smiles at me, and I see pride in her stare. “Don’t mention it. If being at a Nighthawks game makes you smile like that, I’ll buy season passes, and we’ll fly out for every game.”
“Maybe someday.” I grin at the hopeful hypothetical.
