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Dr. Kevin’s expression darkened as Lincoln disappeared from sight, and he snapped at me to get to work. "You're on thin ice," he warned before storming off.
A knot formed in my stomach as I headed to my desk. Dr. Kevin’s comment was a clear threat, and I knew I couldn't afford to mess up again. I couldn’t lose this job.
But as I started to organize some paperwork…I also couldn’t help but think…
Last night had been worth it.
* * *
Lincoln
Her boss would be a problem. That needed to be dealt with soon. Adding it to the never ending list in my head of things that needed to be fixed, I texted my assistant, Pete, to make sure he sent lunch to Monroe. She’d refused to eat this morning in her rush to get to her job, and I wanted to make sure she got something to eat.
P: What should I order her?
I needed to make my assistant a list of all her favorite foods. Pronto.
Steak tacos…and queso. Lots of queso. And a Diet Dr. Pepper.
P: Got it. Two things of queso.
Make that three.
I started the car and drove away from her building. I guess I’d go to practice after all. With playoffs right around the corner, it probably wasn’t the best idea to be skipping practice, anyway. I would’ve done it, though, if Monroe had agreed to spend the day with me. I couldn’t help but want to spend every moment convincing her she was mine.
I pulled into the practice facility parking lot, and double checked my phone for the millionth time, making sure that Monroe was in fact still at the office. There was a text waiting for me.
Dream Girl: So I guess I confirmed last night, you indeed do not have wrinkly old man balls.
I snorted and shook my head, willing myself not to get hard thinking about what she was referring to since last night had, in fact, been the hottest night of my life.
I’m not sure. Should we double check again? Tonight?
The three dots by her name lasted at least a minute, and I could picture her sitting at the front desk, cheeks flushed, trying to decide what to say to that.
Dream Girl: Can’t wait.
I groaned and adjusted myself before hopping out of the car. Practice was officially going to be an uncomfortable one.
CHAPTER 22
LINCOLN
Iwas in the middle of practice, skating back and forth on the ice with my teammates. The sound of our skates scraping against the ice echoed through the rink as we worked through some drills. We’d been practicing our passes and shots for over an hour and my muscles were starting to burn.
Coach finally whistled that it was time for a break, and I skated towards the bench to get some water. I’d just sat down when my phone buzzed next to me. I usually left it in my locker during practice, but I’d wanted to make sure I didn’t miss anything from Monroe.
My insides clenched when I saw that the text was, in fact, not from Monroe. It was from my father, demanding I be at the “fucking house” by five for dinner.
I let out a frustrated sigh and slammed my phone onto the bench, causing it to vibrate and catch the attention of Ari, who’d plopped himself next to me.
“Lincoln?”
I shook my head, but of course, the nosy bastard picked up the phone and read the message himself. His jaw clenched, and he shook his head in disgust. "Why do you put up with that?" he finally asked, looking at me with concern in his eyes.
I sighed, not wanting to talk about it. We’d had this same conversation a million times…and he never understood. But Ari leaned closer, his voice low. "Lincoln, when are you going to stop letting him hang—”
I cut him off with a shove, not wanting to hear my brother’s name. "Shut up, Ari," I growled.
