Page 9 of Matched with the Player

He might have gotten away with the excuse if the young back-up goalie hadn’t chimed in. A recent Russian import, the kid pointed a finger in Kyle’s face.

“He go with girl.” The goalie grinned as he threw Kyle under the bus in a basic command of English they understood well enough.

All the other players hooted in a collective razz as the event planners began ushering out guests. Kyle waved over a few more fans anyhow, signing last-minute programs to make up for the time he’d been with Marissa. He hadn’t seen her since she’d rejected his offer, though he’d kept a close eye on the crowd.

“Come on, Murph, you can’t hide behind the fans forever,” Axel called, slapping the Russian goalie on the back. “Since when are you distracted by the ladies during a playoff run?”

“Since never.” He wouldn’t jeopardize his focus on hockey. He’d worked too hard and his family had supported him too much to enable him to play at this level.

Not many families would give their kid a season to play in a European youth league as a way to catch the eye of hockey scouts.

“I don’t know about that.” Leandre, the French Canadian forward who played on the team’s second line piped up, his knuckles still taped from a brawl on the ice two nights ago. “I saw the female in question. Great legs and a tight skirt. She had a naughty secretary thing going on with her hair all pinned up.”

Kyle’s grip on his pen tightened as he scrawled his signature on a souvenir-sized hockey stick, two event programs and a bar napkin in quick succession. While he agreed with the other player’s assessment, he sure as hell didn’t appreciate the team’s resident Casanova noticing Marissa. Finishing up the autographs, he gestured to the team gear around the tables.

“Are we going to yammer or load this stuff up?” He pulled out a box and started tossing in signs, flyers and magnets with the team schedule on it that they’d used for giveaways. “Last I knew, we signed up to volunteer and help out.”

The players didn’t need to pack up. There were staffers on hand to do that kind of thing. But Kyle had always appreciated that hockey players were a more down to earth breed than most professional athletes. They pitched in. Especially when it came to good causes.

“Blond or brunette?” Axel grabbed a box and went to work pulling down a team banner overhead, but he kept his phone in hand, obsessively checking for updates of a competitor’s game in Tampa.

Kyle ignored him.

“Brunette. Sort of mysterious looking,” the mouthy Canadian offered as he headed for the door, ditching on the event clean-up. “She hid behind sexy glasses.”

“I’d hardly call it hiding.” Kyle called as he shoved a pop-up display of the team’s most famous players toward the Russian goalie to dismantle. “Besides, she wore a wedding ring. Did you notice or were you too busy checking out her glasses?”

Let them think she was already taken. Selfishly, he figured it would shut them up. Besides, Marissa hadn’t seem interested in dating so it’s not like he was scaring off potential admirers.

Although, maybe she simply hadn’t been interested in dating him. The notion ticked him off.

“Dude, don’t even tell me you left with a married chick.” Axel stuffed his phone in his pocket, giving Kyle his undivided attention. Or, perhaps, he was just freeing up his hands in case a beat-down was in order.

Kyle knew Ax’s code of honor wouldn’t like that anymore than he did. They shared more than family- they shared values that weren’t always upheld by other pro athletes. Two players on the Phantoms were in the process of divorce this season thanks to infidelity from one partner or the other. So yeah, cheating was a sensitive issue.

“Of course not.” Kyle realized his remaining teammates stared at him, ignoring the task of packing up which Leandre had ditched completely. “She’s a friend. We just needed to speak privately for a minute.”

When no one moved, ignoring the task of breaking down the event for the sake of sticking their collective noses in his business, Kyle shoved away the box he’d started packing.

“I’m going to leave the rest to you guys since I did my share while you gossiped like a bunch of freaking teenage girls.” He had better things to do than listen to overgrown pee-wee players dish about women.

Especially when the woman happened to be Marissa Collins.

He hadn’t figured out his next move with her, but he was already regretting not taking her business card. He’d walked away, so he couldn’t very well hunt her down now or he’d have to change his terms. And he really, really wanted that date.

The kiss.

Levering open a back door that led directly out onto the hotel’s grounds, Kyle welcomed the night air in his lungs to cool the heat in his chest. He was frustrated with his teammates, sure. No guy wanted to see a ladies’ man like Leandre Gagnier salivate over a woman they were remotely interested in. But the greater fire in his veins came from the thwarted move he’d made on Marissa.

Just because he wasn’t interested in pursuing a full-blown relationship didn’t mean he wasn’t plenty interested in pursuing… something simpler.

Taking the long way around to the parking lot gave him time to cool off and prevented him from having to deal with anyone else from the team. On his right, he noticed the low wall of the terrace where he’d spoken privately with Marissa an hour ago. Slowing his step, he saw the lights from the sconces still burned, but the patio was vacant now.

Had he really expected to see her?

He picked up his pace and jogged toward the valet stand to retrieve his car. He’d make a few discreet inquiries tomorrow to see what he could unearth about Marissa. As the regular season came to an end, his days in Philly could be numbered if the Phantoms didn’t make the playoffs. That sucked for all the usual reasons since he wanted to make his mark on this team and take them to the next level. But he had a new reason for wanting to stick around Philadelphia, at least long enough to…

His feet skidded to a stop.

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