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I go to Vegas to escape the shit that’s happening in my career and end up hooking up with my nemesis’ daughter.
Great.
Just fucking great.
Chapter 9
Autumn
Luc Le Blanche.
That’s the name of the man who’s been living inside my head for the last few days and making special appearances in my dreams.
I found him, or ratherhefound me.
And he looks just as handsome and dominating in that I-always-get-what-I-want way that had my stomach squeezing and doing somersaults at the same time.
He looked for me back in Vegas…
God, my mind is racing at a million miles an hour, the thoughts and facts tumbling around as Dad ushers me toward the farthest corner of the hall.
I’m mildly aware that he seems to be trying to get me far away for some reason, but my heart is still stuck on seeing my one-night stand again.
I can’t believe I actually saw him.
And he’s a hockey player on my father’s team.
It’s one hell of a coincidence that I met him in Vegas, of all the people I could have met. What are the odds of that happening?
I think back to how Luc’s body looked, with its ripped muscles and perfect sculpting and remember how I guessed he must be an athlete.
He absolutely looks like a hockey player, and I understand now why he asked me if I recognized him. The players on the Hawksarefamous. I just wouldn’t have known about him or any of them because I’m not into any kind of sports, hockey or otherwise.
Fate—if that’s what this is—must have one twisted sense of humor.
If I didn’t know my father better I’d swear it was a setup, but it wasn’t.
Regardless, I didn’t want my father to take me away from him. I wanted to stay and talk to him and bask in this strange coincidence of us finding each other again inNew York.
I very nearly told my father I’d find him later, when I was ready, but the way he gripped my arm and carted me off suggested there was more to what was happening than I was aware of. Something more than the story behind Luc and me.
Luc.
I can’t believe I have a name for him.
Dad stops by the brass sculpture of a flock of little birds resting in a garden and turns to face me.
“Dad—"
“Wait,” he cuts me off, and I gaze up at him with raised brows. “Before you say anything, I need you to stay away from that guy.”
The elation I felt mere moments ago for finding Luc suddenly deflates and my entire body tenses at the warning.
“What? Isn't he one of your players? You just said he was one of the best.”
“Yes, and he is, but Luc Le Blanche is a troublemaker who has caused me no end of hell since I took over the team. Remember that hockey player I was complaining to your mother about a few months back?”
I do remember that. He said this guy insulted him to hell and back at a press conference. Then, for weeks after, there were these memes going around on social media with the insults about Dad’s bald head.
