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“That ex of yours is a real piece of work.”
“I know,” I sigh, my shoulders dropping with every passing second. “You know our meeting today didn’t go well. I can’t help but think this whole thing is my fault. And now Foster and Rhett are ejected because of him, and—”
She holds up a hand, effectively cutting me off. “Stop creating problems. Your brother and Foster are grown-ass men, and their actions are no fault of yours. Just take his ass home tonight and make it all better.”
Maybe Gloria’s right.
Except the more time that passes, the more pressure I feel in my chest, the more worry nags at my insides and has my stomach flip-flopping like I’m on a roller coaster. Foster should be playing the game he loves, and he shouldn’t have to worry about getting traded because of my fucking ex-boyfriend.
Of course, we lost the game, and now I feel worse. Not quite as bad as Gordon who’s both uncomfortable and angry as he glances at Gloria, shakes his head, and leads us out of the owner’s box and through a maze of hallways.
With every step I take, my trepidation grows. I can feel it like a lead weight inside me. This is my fault. What are the chances the new GM wasn’t here tonight for his first game as a Devil?
As soon as we arrive outside the player’s locker room, Gordon gives us a curt nod and heads out toward the player’s lot.
“Sorry about him.” Jazz’s gaze lands on her brother’s retreating back and she sighs. “He’s been extra crabby all season.”
Gloria chuckles. “What he needs is a good release.”
“There’s not a woman in the world who wants to deal with his cranky ass—not in Nashville at least.”
I hang against the wall as the players file out. First out is a couple of rookies, then the goalie. No sign of Foster or Rhett. Lincoln and Tag are next, both of them giving me a pitying look before Lincoln snatches Jazz into his arms for a romantic kiss. I really try not to watch them, but jealousy is gnawing at my gut, and she’s a bitch.
Not only do they look perfect for each other, but you only have to be around them for about two seconds to see how much they love each other.
Foster and I couldn’t be more opposite, and I can’t think of a single area where we fit together, at least physically. He’s a hot as fuck hockey player, and I have more curves than he has abs.
We shouldn’t work, especially with him being so prominent in the public eye.
Despite all that, I fell in love with him the moment I laid eyes on him. How could I not? I just hope that one day I can have what they do—that bone deep love that lasts forever. Someone who loves me despite everything I’m not.
“You sure you don’t need a ride home?” Gloria leans against the wall beside me and gives me the side eye.
I nod. “I’m sure.”
“Thanks for inviting me. It’s like a sausage fest.” Gloria gives me a hug before she meets up with Jazz and heads out, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
The rest of the team files out, all of them except the two I’m waiting for. They really are in trouble. Fuck. I knew it.
Rhett’s the first one out, his tie undone and his jacket open as he stalks toward me. His eyes are hard, and his mouth is set in a grim line.
Before he can say anything, Foster bursts from the door. His is hair still damp from the shower; his tie and jacket are nowhere to be seen. His hands are balled, his jaw is clenched, and his eyes are cold.
His entire aura screamsdon’t fuck with me.
With a warning look I can’t quite decipher, Rhett walks down the hall, giving us some privacy, but not leaving. He does have my baby at his house, so maybe he’s waiting to make sure I have a ride.
“Hey, there,” I greet Foster with a smile, gripping my hands in front of me. “That was a tough game.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you okay?”
“Peachy.” This time when he responds, he doesn’t meet my eyes, his gaze focused at the wall behind me.
“Do you want to come ov—?”
“I can’t do this, Avery,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, still looking over my shoulder, avoiding my eyes.
