Page 95 of Hooking a Hottie


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I tried to play it off that it was nothing.

I tossed the remote next to me and enjoyed my pizza.

When the commercials ended, two announcers appeared on the screen.

Talking about the SOLA Empire defense and its dominance.

Again, I pretended like this was nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Whistling in my head, eating pizza, nothing out of the normal here.

“And the second period is about to begin!”

I swallowed hard as the camera angle changed to the hockey rink.

It took my eyes two seconds to find Henry.

There he is. Right there. On live TV. Playing hockey.

It occurred to me I never actually watched a hockey game like this before.

I never wanted to see Henry play.

Well, not that I didn’t want to see him play… I just… you know… it was Henry.

Henry!

The boy I had a crush on.

The boy who turned into a man.

He took off, leaving everything and everyone behind to chase down his hockey dream…

I caught myself glued to the game.

Whether I liked it or not, hockey was in my blood.

My grandfather taught me everything about the game, whether I wanted to know or not.

And it took a minute for all that information to come rushing back to me.

“That’s icing!” I called to the screen. “Don’t touch the puck!”

A second later, the whistle blew.

Icing.

Another puck drop and a second later, Henry was on the ice.

I jumped up. “He crosschecked him! Blow the damn whistle!”

The refs let that one slide.

Henry got back up and right back into the game.

I stood there, hands on my hips, sucked right into the game.

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