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It's that fucking gray area again, the intersection between right and wrong. I've existed in that sphere for so many years, I should know how to play this game by now, but I don't. It’s not as simple as selecting one thing or another without repercussions I don’t want.
Time checks out, ticking on and on, and suddenly, the game is over.
The Hawks have won. People are cheering, standing, and screaming. Fans are going wild. Luc is holding the cup, and I missed it all.
I missed whatever he did. I missed whatever his team did. I missed the moment I came to witness.
I glance at Jericho, who's already looking at me and shaking his head.
He hasn't said much tonight, but I know his thoughts about me haven’t changed. He still thinks I’m in love with my wife and that I'm living up Grandfather’s ass.
The more time I’ve had to think about his accusations, the more I realize he could be right about both.
The closing ceremony rounds up the night, and we make our way to the locker room area to wait for Luc.
Once he's finished signing autographs for his admiring fans and puck bunnies, we're going to the sports bar for a drink with the other guys.
One drink, then I’m heading home.
I need to see Aurora. I don’t want to get back too late and risk finding her asleep again.
I don’t know what I’m going to say or do when I see her, but I have to see her.
Jericho and I stand by a wall with posters of the leading hockey players from both teams who were playing tonight. Fans and puck bunnies have already started to gather down the corridor where Luc and his team are stationed.
As usual, there are a lot, and more filling the space. I just pray this doesn’t take too long. The security here is usually good with setting limits on how many people they allow down here, so here’s hoping that stands tonight.
"I'm going to head home as soon as I can," I tell Jericho when he leans against the wall.
"I think you should." He raises a questioning brow. "You haven't seen Aurora since you've been back, have you?"
"No."
"Have you spoken to her?"
"Not really." I rest my back against the space next to him.
"Is that wise, Knight?"
"She knows I've been in meetings."
"Even I know that’s not good enough." He chuckles. “But then again, I’m not the one who’s pussy whipped.”
“I’m not fucking pussy whipped.” I frown.
After a beat, an amused expression brightens his face, making him look more like himself, then he takes out a cigarette and lights up even though this is a no-smoking zone.
“How about we see about that?” He glances over my shoulder. "But please don’t kill anybody tonight. I think we’re in enough trouble as it is.”
I turn to where Jericho is looking, and my eyes land on Luc standing outside his locker room with a host of puck bunnies gathered together, ready to fall at his feet and worship him.
He smiles and kneels down to sign his name on a leggy platinum blonde wearing a pair of short shorts and a tied-up shirt pushing up her breasts.
But there’s something familiar about that girl.
I take a good look when she turns and see she’s not any old blonde.
She’smine.
