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God, I hope she’s right about that.
Brienne’s phone rings and she pulls it out of her pocket. She glances at me, a smile of apology on her face. “I have to take this, but I won’t be long.”
I wave my hand at her.
“Hey, Callum,” she says as she connects the line. “Is it a done deal?”
I watch as she listens, her expression serious for several long moments as he talks. Then I see a smile start to form and it grows bigger and bigger. “That’s excellent. And he’ll be able to start at the next home game?”
They must be talking about a trade. The deadline is tomorrow. As long as the contract is signed, doesn’t matter when he starts. Playoffs are on the horizon and a lot of wheeling and dealing is being finalized today. While trades can still occur after the deadline, anyone acquired after that date cannot dress for the playoffs.
“I’ll have Jenna coordinate a press conference,” Brienne says, and I blink in surprise. They don’t do that for just any player. “Do you know if Gray Brannon will issue any kind of statement?”
Gray Brannon? She’s the GM for the Carolina Cold Fury. Are we getting a Cold Fury player?
“Okay. If she doesn’t, that’s fine. I’m sure she’ll get pelted with questions by the press, so she’ll come up with something.”
Brienne listens for another minute and then says, “Great work, Callum. This is a huge feather in our cap.”
She disconnects the call and places her phone on the table. “As I was saying, you and Bain clearly had something special. I’m sure you can work things out.”
The possibility of a Cold Fury player coming to Pittsburgh is pushed straight out of my mind. “Do you sincerely believe that? Or are you just saying that to make me feel better right now?”
“I can only tell you what I saw with my own eyes. I recognize the look on Bain’s face. It’s the same look Drake has when he looks at me. He’s got major feelings for you and I think you’d be a fool not to try to get back on track with that. I suppose you’ll need to start with an apology.”
She’s not wrong about that.
I owe him a really big apology and hopefully, it’s enough to start over.
CHAPTER 33
Bain
“Ilove you.”She kisses me on the forehead and pats my cheek.
Classic Mom.
My parents arrived last night before the team plane did and were already settled into the guest room at my condo and asleep when I arrived. We’ve been drinking coffee together this morning and talking. We planned their visit after we found out Kiera was pregnant. Although my parents met her briefly several weeks ago in the family lounge, they wanted to be able to spend time with her and get to know her. They wanted to be a part of this journey with us.
I told my parents there was no sense in coming when I called them the day Kiera miscarried, but my mom said, “That makes it even more important we come in to see you and Kiera.”
They wanted to offer emotional support.
Of course, I had to fill them in this morning that things weren’t great between me and Kiera, but that we were going to talk today. My mom offered solid advice, which was mainly to listen, be open to her feelings and make sure I’m clear about what I want. My dad reminded me to tell Kiera how beautiful she is because all women liked to be told that.
Mom rolled her eyes and I laughed.
I keep repeating Mom’s advice over and over in my head as I drive to Kiera’s—Dad’s advice isn’t necessary since I will tell her that because I always do—but when I see her house in the distance, my mind blanks out with panic.
Christ, my hands are sweating as I pull into the driveway. Whatever is going to happen to us and our relationship will be decided very soon—and that reality is crashing down on me.
She texted me last Friday. It was a travel day and we were on the plane headed from Quebec City to Ottawa.
How are you?
I stared at that question for a good half hour before I could come up with a response. Should I go with honesty, which would require paragraphs? Should I give her a taste of her own medicine and answer tersely? Ultimately, I was moved that her first contact showed concern for me and I decided not to be a dick.
I’m hanging in there. How are you?
