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It’s just better that way.
I glide into the penalty box and take my usual seat on the bench.
The crowd is still roaring in excitement as the ref skates over and closes the door, locking me in my cage.
“Five minutes,” he says before blowing his whistle and skating away.
Blood is dripping all over my jersey and gloves.
I see the red spots on the ice and exhale long and hard.
That was my toughest challenge yet.
But I’m still the top enforcer in this league.
I’m still in charge.
And anyone who wants the title is going to have to take it from my dead bloody hands.
Or, they’re going to die trying.
5:00
Chapter Two
Jane
“So, is he like stylish?”
“Tucker?” Alina asks with a laugh. “No! Think mountain man thrift store. Old jeans and a flannel shirt. Scuffed-up boots. That kind of thing.”
“Then why does he want three closets redone?” I ask as I look out the window at the gorgeous mansion we’re driving by.
“He made eight million dollars last year,” Alina says as she slows at the stop sign. “There are only so many pickup trucks one man can buy. What else is he supposed to spend his money on? Plus, I was selling him hard on it. I think he agreed just to shut me up.”
“Hmm,” I say as I gaze out the window at this amazing street. The houses are insane. Do people actually live in these? What would that be like?
I don’t have one-thousandth of what these people have, but at least I feel like I have enough. I’m always grateful for what I do have. How many of these people can say that?
“He got into a hell of a fight in last night’s game,” Alina says as she flashes me a look. “It was all over everywhere. It went viral online and it was playing on repeat over and over on the sports shows. Sebastian said it was the best fight in hockey history.”
“I’ll never understand why hockey players have to fight,” I say, feeling awful for him. “Can’t they just play and have fun?”
“Fighting is fun to these guys,” Alina says with a chuckle. “You haven’t met Tucker.”
I don’t know, I just don’t see the need for violence in a game. What’s the point of hurting each other?
“He might be a bit banged up when we get there,” Alina warns.
I start to feel tense in my chest. I don’t like seeing people hurt. I suck in a breath and try to work past it. Alina has given me a huge opportunity and I don’t want to let her down.
Our company makes custom closets out of Colorado and Alina was chosen to lead the new division here in San Antonio. It’s an even bigger opportunity for her. She could have chosen anyone in the office to bring with her to help set it up, but she brought me.
I don’t know why. I was only the receptionist. I feel like I’m in way over my head already and we haven’t even done our first house call yet.
We’re on the way there now.
I’ve been memorizing the company manuals non-stop and familiarizing myself with all of the different designs and materials, but I’m realizing that a lot of it will have to be learned in the field. I’m just going to have to get my hands dirty and do it.
