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"You're in love with him."
"So in love," I whisper, wide-eyed.
Addison smiles at me. "I saw the way he looked at you yesterday. He's in love with you too."
"He is."
"Then why are you here?" she cries, throwing a pillow at me. "Go to Miami, crazy lady!"
Hat Trick hisses and jumps off her lap. He turns to glare at both of us and then wanders off to my bedroom.
"You don't think it's crazy?" I ask, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth. "We just met. People are going to think we're nuts."
"It is crazy," she says, laughing at me. "But love is supposed to be a little crazy, Laney. It should give you butterflies and make your heart race and make you do crazy things like fly to Miami just because he wants you in the stands. And since when do you care what people think?"
She's right. I've never cared about what people think before now. So why I am letting their opinions guide me instead of listening to my heart? It's never led me astray. And right now, it's telling me that I need to be in Miami, cheering on my man. That he needs me in Miami.
I toss the pillow back to Addison and climb to my feet, headed toward my bedroom.
"Where are you going?" she calls after me.
"To Miami!"
Chapter Eight
Weston
"Heard you like themchubby," Hurst says, smirking at me across the red line. His black eye is gone. I should have hit him harder.
"Fuck off," I growl. We're not even halfway through the second period and I'm already tired of him. He's been trying to start a fight since we stepped out onto the ice. I'm trying hard to keep my cool, but he's not making it easy. My patience is already thin because Laney isn't here. I tried to call her several times today, but she didn't answer.
I'm worried. She was stressed this morning, overwhelmed. What if she's changed her mind? Decided she doesn't want to be with me?
The ref drops the puck.
Kristján and Cameron Bias battle for it briefly before Kristján gets control of it. He sends it shooting toward me. I catch it against my stick and leap into motion. Hurst grunts when I hit him, knocking him out of my way.
I hear the fans roaring in the distance, but all my attention is on the game. I take off down the ice, keeping the puck in my control. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kristján racing down the ice with me, with Theo not even two paces behind him on the other side.
Kristján shouts a warning to me half a second before I feel Hurst check me from behind. I stumble, going down hard. The puck bounces away.
The ref blows his whistle.
I jump right back up, pissed. I knew Hurst was going to be a problem this game but he's working my last goddamn nerve.
He's waiting for me when I'm back on my feet.
"Fat isn't my type, but I can see the appeal," he shouts before shoving me hard. "With an ass like that, you can always fuck the bitch from behind, right? Won't even have to see her face."
And I'm done playing nice.
"You stupid motherfucker," I growl while diving for him, ready to rip his fucking head off.
He manages to evade me before tripping over his skate and going down. He swings his stick, cracking it against my helmet. I toss my stick and shake my gloves off, only for Kristján to grab me as the ref blows the whistle a second time.
"Let it ride!" Kristján shouts in my ear. "You get another game misconduct this season, you're suspended for the next game, man."
"Fuck," I growl, glaring at Hurst. I yank free of Kristján's hold. He's right, as much as it pisses me off to admit it. We have to win our next game if we want to make it to the playoffs and Hurst knows it. The son of a bitch is trying to get to me, so I get myselfsuspended. I don't know how he found out about Laney or if he was just guessing, but I can tell by the smirk on his face that he knows she's mine now.
