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Just as soon as I know my girl is okay.
Okay I’m not going to kill him but the urge is strong. Luckily, I’m stronger.
Greg looks horrified. I’m not going to tell him that half of this is his fault. There’s no way he should have brought Hart here to play. And he’s also the one who asked Mac to come here in the first place – if he hadn’t she wouldn’t be going through this right now.
But then I would never have met her.
And I’m so damn glad I did.
“Mr. Gauthier,” I say.
He turns to me, blinking at the proper use of his name.
“I’m in love with your daughter,” I tell him. “And we’ll talk later about how you’ve treated her.”
“You’re in love with Isabella?” he says, looking confused.
“No. Mackenzie. I’m so in love with her it hurts.”
And then I walk past my team mates, around the table, and toward the only person in this room that really matters. She’s frozen to the spot, her eyes on the dozens of phone screens being watched by journalists.
Of that day she skated onto the ice and her life changed.
Be strong,I think.Baby, please be strong.
I stop a foot short of where she’s standing. Brian is holding her hand. I remind myself to send him a crate of beers for looking after her.
“I got this,” I tell him.
“Didn’t you just kiss her sister?” Brian asks. Then wisely shuts up when he sees my expression.
I reach out and cup her face. “Mac…”
She nods her eyes watering.
“Listen to me. We’re going to walk out of here, okay? And then we’re going to get through this. Together.”
She nods again. She’s trembling. Brian’s still holding her hand, the trooper. Fuck the beer, he’s getting a barrel of whiskey.
“It’s going to be okay,” I say to her. “I’m not letting you go. Come on, let’s go home.”
Her eyes meet mine as she shakes her head. I frown, wondering if I’m going to have to carry her out of here.
“No,” she says, her voice hoarse. “I’m not running away from this. I’m going to answer their questions.”
“What?”
She blows out a mouthful of air. “I’m not going to hide any more,” she tells me, and pride heats my body.
This woman. She’s killing me. In the best damn way.
“Are you coming?” she asks, letting go of Brian’s hand. She rolls her shoulders and looks at me.
“Where?”
“To the table. Let’s answer the peoples’ questions.”
“You sure about this?” I ask her.
