Page 106 of Ruthless Rebel


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“Like what?”

“The team is getting a new owner. Guess who had a run in with the new guy in Milwaukee.”

God. This is going to be one of those stories of his. Luke is always getting in trouble.

I tilt my head and give him a lopsided grin. “You. Yours truly.”

“Me. Yours truly.”

“What did you do?”

“I called him a dickless baldheaded asshole with a stick shoved up his ass in my last interview with ESPN.”

I shake my head at him in dismay. “Why did you do that, Luc?” I don’t know why I bother to ask. Luc does these things because can get away with it.

“That motherfucker deserved it. He and my father were rivals back in the day. He tried to attack my father’s integrity to make himself look good. I wasn’t going to stand for that when my old man isn’t here to defend himself.”

“I guess not, what are you going to do though?”

“Not a Goddam thing. As much as he would love to get rid of me, he can’t. I made that time who they are. They haven’t won a single championship since me, so they better pray I don’t leave. The prick will just have to put up with me and shut the hell up.” He balls one hand into a tight fist then slams it into the palm of the other.

“Here, here.” I nod and raise my coffee cup like it’s a wine glass.

“In the meantime…” His voice trails off and the lightheartedness returns to his face. “I’ll be busying myself dating the list of potentials you never get around to seeing, which is basically all except one.”

I laugh. “Trust you.”

“You know I don't believe in wasting anything. Definitely not a list of the hottest women on this side of the planet. In return, they get me, Luc Le Blanc, the soon to be captain of the New York Hawks and hockey god.”

It’s funny how he can say such sentimental things in one breath then become an actual playboy in the next. It will be interesting to see what he’d be actually like if he met a woman that he’d want to keep. I wonder if he’d be like me.

But then… I fucked up. He hasn’t done that yet and he hasn’t met the girl who falls outside his rules. I have and I messed it all up. That’s why I’m in the mess I’m in and the tug of war waging in my heart.

“Alright, your highness. Oh great powerful hockey god, come down from your high chair so we can finish our sandwiches and coffee.” I laugh while he frowns. “I can't see you from all the way up there.” I make a show of gazing heavenward and pretending to look for him in the visible clouds just out the window.

“Very funny, Grayson. You’re such a joker.” He picks the edge of the bread off the sandwich and throws it at me, just like we used to as children. That was the start of many food fights in the cafeteria at school and summer camp.

We talk and eat for the rest of time, then go our separate ways.

I’m supposed to head back to work for a meeting, but as soon as I start thinking of my beautiful sexy wife, by dick has other plans and I don’t even make it through the revolving doors of Grayson Inc.

Instead I head to my car and drive out of the parking lot like I’m on my last lap at the Grand Prix.

The closer I get to the theater the better and better Luc’s idea feels to me. Like bitter sweet temptation. Having him suggest this wild idea of being with River and enjoying her for the time we’re together almost feels like he’s given me the permission I desperately sought and never knew I needed.

It’s nearly two. River would normally be teaching at the school today but the dance company needed her to do some extra rehearsals.

She should be at the theatre for another few hours, so I head straight there.

She’s on stage when I arrive doing a piece.

I find a seat near the front row of the theatre so she can see me. When she does it takes me back to the days when I used to watch her dance.

She used to tame the beast inside me who was always so angry at the world.

It’s been years since I watched her dance and the last few times when I saw her she didn’t know I was there. That was in England.

She was amazing. She was amazing every single time, and my girl is amazing now.

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