Finn narrowed his eyes. “Wasplanning? Does that mean you’re staying?”
His response suddenly felt important, but Grant still wasn’t sure if he planned to stay or not. He shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Finn made ahmmsound. “You said Greg already offered you a spot next season, right?”
Grant nodded.
“Then what’s the hang-up?”
“Your sister.She’sthe hang-up.” Grant threw his arms out. “Seeing her after the game the other night was really hard. It would be impossible to keep playing here knowing that she would be watching from those box seats—to know I couldn’t talk to her afterward.”
Finn’s eyes were unfocused as they looked off to the side. “Believe it or not, I get that.” He closed his eyes for a moment and looked back at Grant. “But let’s say she wanted to be with you, would you stay?”
“But she doesn’t.”
Finn cocked his head. “Humor me.”
Grant hated the way his pulse picked up at the mere thought of Em wanting to be with him. He knew it wasn’t the case...but what if it was? Grant would sign next year’s contract for the Storm tomorrow and start looking for a place in Waterfront as soon as possible. ”Of course I would.”
“Then I want to help you get her back.”
Grant lowered his brows. “I don’t understand.”
Finn reached out and squeezed his shoulder. “I made some mistakes that I’m trying to fix.
“And that somehow involves playing matchmaker with me and your sister?”
“For now, it does. But if you ever hurt—”
“I would never hurt her. Not again.”
Finn stared at him for a moment as if he were trying to determine if Grant was telling the truth. “Good. Then we both have the same goal—happy Em. Now we just need to figure out how to make it happen.”
Grant wasn’t sure if Finn had a plan, or if it would work. But as the possibility of fixing things with Em took hold, Grant realized he would do whatever it took—even if that meant he would have to work with Finn.
Emmeline
Em was just steppingout of the shower when she heard her phone buzzing from the bathroom counter. She quickly wrapped a towel around herself and looked at the screen. The name on the screen surprised her.
Why is Miriam calling me?
While Em and the team’s community outreach coordinator enjoyed spending time together during games, she’d never called her for anything. Especially not on a Saturday morning.
What was going on?
She swiped the screen and held her phone to her ear. “Hello?”
Miriam’s words came out in a rush. “Oh, thank goodness you answered. I’ve called you three times in the last ten minutes.”
Her heart raced in her chest. “What’s wrong?”
“What are you doing right now?”
She walked out of the bathroom and sat on the edge of her bed. “I’ve been cleaning my apartment all morning and just took a shower. Why?”
“How fast can you come down to the arena?”
Tonight’s game wasn’t for several more hours. A sinking feeling of dread settled in her belly. “Did something happen to Finn?” She paused. “To Grant?”
