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Sighing as the pillow cradled his head, he watched Jordan get ready for the day. He wished his workout with the trainer this morning had been cancelled. Spending the day with her sounded like a much better option.
With a groan, he got out of bed. It was time to start his day.
Noah hopped off the ice and dropped his gloves at the dryer station. That had been one of his worst practices. He was distracted and off his game. So many shots on goal bounced off the backboards that it was like he was trying to miss the net. This was bad.
No woman had ever gotten in his head the way Jordan had.
A heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder as he walked into the locker room. “You were awful quiet out there on the ice today, Rodgers,” Harrison acknowledged. “Late night?”
“Something like that.”
“I miss those,” Harrison chuckled. “I have much different types of late nights now. Ear infections and teething.”
“Tell me about it,” Patrick agreed.
“I still can’t get over you being a family man now, Harrison.” Noah chuckled as he dropped his gear into his locker.
Late nights for him used to mean a bad morning hangover. But the only thing he was hungover from today was Jordan. Yeah, it was probably a one-night thing, but he was jonesing for more, as though he couldn’t get enough of her. And that was a feeling he wasn’t used to. Typically, the puck bunnies were the ones sniffing around looking for more. He’d always avoided a repeat with any of them, in case they started to get ideas. And he’d never wished he could see any of them again. But again, Jordan was different.
“You over there daydreaming, Romeo?” Patrick joked.
“Shut up, man.”
“Rodgers was a bit slow out there this morning,” Kyler remarked.
“Yeah, were you aiming for the backboards?” Dom teased.
“You all suck,” Noah said with an annoyed laugh.
But it was all true. Focusing on the ice was difficult with Jordan on his mind.
“A little too much fun last night, huh?” Luc taunted.
“Enough picking on Rodgers.” Goalie Kaden O’Conner sounded sincere, until he added sarcastically, “Maybe Rodgers is just that bad?”
Noah threw one of his pads at Kaden’s head, but he ducked out of the way, and it went into the lockers.
“Seriously though, Rodgers,” Tyler interjected. “You good?”
“Yeah, cap. Just didn’t get much sleep last night. That’s all.”
“Well, make sure you call on the sandman this afternoon. We have a packed schedule, and we need all focus on the game tonight.”
Noah nodded. They were determined to win tonight’s game. A win would put them in first place in their division. “Copy that, cap.”
Now all he had to do was put Jordan out of his mind. And he had a feeling that was going to be impossible.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Noah
The Slap Shot grand opening was in full swing. The dining area was packed, and last he checked, the wait list was at one hour. The music was pumping, and the multiple televisions played mostly hockey games. Noah looked on proudly. This is what he had worked so hard for.
Jordan was talking to patrons, smiling, and being her usual professional and sunshiny self, keeping the place running like a well-oiled machine. Because they were so busy, Shelby was helping deliver food to keep service running smoothly. They had lucked out finding her; she truly was a godsend. In fact Shelby was following Jordan’s lead, stepping in and helping out without waiting for instructions, and she clearly loved her job.
His chest swelled as he watched this group he had brought together.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Mo and Chad starting to be overwhelmed behind the bar. A line was backing up, so Noah joined them and began to help serve beers.
