He was great in interviews and had already brought our team some good exposure. He worked crowds and made them feel like friends just chatting. That was an important skill, one Greer always lacked.
At least we knew why, now. Maybe that would change with Rylan and Roxie in the picture.
Which left me as the alpha. The one who would have to help guide this along, make it work, and ensure everyone got what they needed.
If Roxie would even let me. I had a week to plan a date, to sweep her off her feet and come to terms with it all.
I knew that she was it for me. Maybe it was time to finally put down some real roots and have the life I’d always wanted but couldn’t let myself have.
If my age didn’t bother them, then why should it bother me?
Chapter
Eighteen
Roxie
My fingers flew over the keyboard, the words pouring out of me. I got a front-row seat to the aftermath of the delta protests and the frustration those assholes left behind. It painted every hockey player in a bad light, not just the Narwhals.
Now I was getting to see behind-the-scenes. Just simple conversations and I’d already learned who the men behind the names were.
I’d found out Breckner worked with kids along with the coach, something I’d love to boost so more people knew about it.
Two of the younger players had started a small business in college for one of their classes and kept it going without anybody realizing. They spent their days off helping omegas escaping bad situations move and find safe housing.
One of the right wings did repairs on his local library for free and without exposure so they wouldn’t have to shut down after a bad storm.
Every one of these men had something that humanized them and I was lucky enough to get to hear firsthand what those things were.
Jeremiah Kingsford hired me to show the world who the Narwhals were, and I was going to do exactly that.
My hands were starting to cramp, eyes burning from overuse. I’d practically blacked out and had several pages knocked out already.
This article was going to take a hell of a lot of editing to get it into a readable format. I couldn’t seem to leave anything out of the first draft, and that was a problem.
A soft knock on my door had me looking up and stretching.
Hayes was standing there, leaning against the doorframe.
“I haven’t seen much of you today. I was surprised when they told me you were in your office, still. Have you eaten today?”
“Kota bought me some breakfast,” I said, pointing at the empty plate on the corner of my desk. The water bottle next to it was still nearly full.
Whoops.
My alpha’s eyes narrowed. I could practically feel his alpha surging to the surface.
“Was that the last time you ate or drank anything?”
“I feel like there’s only wrong answers here,” I shot back, avoiding the answer entirely.
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I swear to God, keeping you alive is going to be the death of me. Come on, little bat. Let me take you to dinner.”
My heart jumped into my throat at the use of the nickname.
Kota had started it. He said it fit, but I’d warned him that only my scent-matched mates got to use that. Only pack.
