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I squeeze her hand. “It’s okay. Everything’s going to be fine.” And tomorrow night it will all be over. The game will be played, the cameras will go, and I can come clean about everything with Eli.
I’m not going to let a piece of slime like Danny ruin anything. The future is too bright for that.
“I love you,” Mom says. “So much.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
MACKENZIE
The next morning dawns and I arrive early to the stadium. The staff areas are buzzing – Brian is throwing a fit trying to make sure that we’re ready for the influx of spectators and cameras – and the rink is also full, with Dad’s team having first practice.
Mom grabbed Isabella as soon as we arrived, pulling her off to a side room, presumably to tell her about Danny. I left them to it, not only because I don’t want to be anywhere in the vicinity when Issy finds out that our ex is playing for Dad’s team, but also because I have a billion things to do before tonight.
I’m also missing Eli like crazy. He’s way too busy for me to talk to right now. I haven’t even told him my ex is here. I don’t want to do anything to cause problems with the team. Not after the towel incident.
Brian’s talking me through the profit and loss sheet for the game when the door to the staff area opens and Pam from accounts walks in.
“Have you heard what’s going on down on the rink?” she asks, inclining her head at the door.
Brian looks panicked. “What?” he asks. “Is there something wrong with it?”
Pam shakes her head. “There’s a huge fight. Screaming and everything. That pretty girl from the ice show and one of the players are going at it.”
My stomach sinks. I guess Isabella knows about Danny being here. I look at Brian. “I’ll go see what’s happening.”
He nods, looking relieved that he gets to stay in the relative safety of the staff area. “I’ll keep working on this.”
As soon as I walk down to the rink area I can hear the shouting. When I push open the door, Dad’s players are standing by the boards, watching Isabella and Danny going up against each other.
Even worse, the cameras are there, too.
I spot Dad and widen my eyes at him, trying to send him a mental message to get between them, but he doesn’t get it.
And then I see Mom and rush over to her. “Somebody needs to stop them,” I whisper.
“I’m on it,” she says. “I just wanted to give her a minute to let it out. Better now than during the game.”
She’s right. “Bring her up to my office,” I say. “She can let it all out there.”
Mom nods, her face stormy, and walks over to where Isabella and Danny are facing off against each other.
“Well maybe you should have kept your diseased riddled dick locked up where it belongs,” Isabella screams. There’s laughter from the team. Thank God the Mavericks aren’t here yet. They will be soon, though.
Mom calls out Isabella’s name and she turns around, blinking. “Honey, you have a phone call,” Mom shouts out, lying through her teeth.
“Just keep away from me,” Isabella says, jabbing her finger at Danny’s chest. He’s wearing his full kit so I doubt he can feel it.
“Whatever.” He skates away and Dad finally seems to wake up. “Let’s get on with this, shall we?” he says. “Before the Mavericks arrive.”
Mom finally pulls Isabella off the ice. There are tears on her face, ruining her makeup. Her skin is blotchy and her eyes are ringed with red.
“You okay?” I ask.
She shakes her head. The three of us walk back to my office, past the staff who are watching with wide eyes.
Brian opens his mouth to say something but I shake my head, and he wisely looks back at his spreadsheet.
None of us says a word until we’re all inside and the door is closed.
