Page 84 of Boarded Hearts

I pause on packing my training bag. “That’s kind of her, but she doesn’t need to worry about the move and neither do you.” I glance at my watch and hope I haven’t gone too far this time. “The removal guys are arriving at your place in about an hour so by the time we get home, it’ll be done. I arranged it all with your landlord, and he’s agreed to release you early from the lease.”

I cast a tentative glance in her direction, but her expression is unreadable. “I should probably be mad at you for wading in like a bull in a china shop.”

“But?” I press.

“Honestly? I’m kind of too excited to be mad. Although it’s always nice to be kept in the loop you know.”

I puff out a breath and lean across to kiss her, smiling against her lips. “Me, too, Angel, and I know. I was hoping to keep it a surprise, but you kind of forced my hand here.”

I pull away reluctantly and stride into the bathroom to gather my wash gear. A couple of minutes later, I return to the main room but stop dead in my tracks at the sight of my girl wearing my name and number—every hockey player’s holy grail.

“What do you think?” she asks, giving me a little twirl.

I bring my fist to my mouth and bite down on a groan. God damn, my name looks like it was made for her.

“I think if you prance around in that much longer then I’m going to be really late for my morning skate.” I’ve just fucked her twice against the tiles in the shower, but my dick twitches for more, and I stride over, debating whether to miss the session altogether.

Giggling, she steps away from me and pulls on some jeans. “I think I’m going to check out the shops while you’re out this morning. I’ll be at the rink for six.” She kisses my cheek, pulling on her black winter jacket, emerald scarf, and cute Scorpions hat, and makes for the door. “Have a good skate, baby.”

Oh no, she doesn’t. I grab her by the waist and pull her to me. “Or...you could stay here with me, and I’ll make sure my name on the back of that jersey isn’t the only way I claim you as mine.”

She smiles but instead spins my cap so it’s facing backward. “Better. But seriously, you’re going to be late. However, if you play your cards right, I promise I’ll be wearing this and only this for you later.”

I drop my face to the crook of her neck and drag my hands down her sides, tempted to lift her and throw her onto the bed. Her petite size is perfect for doing just that. But I resist at the thought of Coach’s unbearable wrath if I were to be late. I pull on the bobble of her hat. “What’s on your shopping list, Angel?” Please let it be lacy lingerie.

“Nothing in particular. I just heard it’s great here for retail therapy, so I’m going to explore, maybe grab a few bits for Darcy’s birthday, although it’s still a few months away.”

“Was she okay with you coming back to Seattle early?” I ask, knowing Jack was more than fine with it as he joined us in first class from Heathrow. He’s a good kid and we’re starting to form a friendship; I see a lot of Felicity in Jack.

“I didn’t tell her what happened with her dad. I’ll leave him to explain why he has a broken nose. But yeah, she understood why I couldn’t stay. To be honest, I don’t even think she’s left Liam’s since Christmas Day.”

Reaching into my back pocket I pull out my wallet and hand her my credit card. “Anything you want, just put it on this.”

She shakes her head vigorously. “Jon, no. I can’t take this.”

“Are we really having this conversation again? Let me spoil my girlfriend.”

She tentatively takes the card, but I have my doubts that she’ll use it.

“When you arrive at the stadium later, just head for the family suite.”

“Will anyone I know be there?”

“Jensen’s parents are visiting from Alberta, so they’ll be there, and then there’s Amie, Zach’s girlfriend. They recently got back together.”

Felicity stiffens. “Based on my last experience, I’ll be avoiding any interaction with her.”

My brows knit together. “Clue me in here.”

“Let’s just say I can see why Zach has had trouble with her in the past. She made it pretty clear to me that night at Riley’s that I was the flavor of the month, and you were basically just using me for sex.”

My blood boils. How am I only hearing about this now? I knew something went down that night when she wanted to leave. “She’s so full of bullshit,” I snap.

“I gathered that, but if I was in any doubt, she pointed me toward her friends Bryony and Sarah, I think they were called. Apparently, they could ‘vouch for your antics,’” she mocks.

Turns out Amie isn’t totally full of bullshit. I’ve fucked them both. I think. Possibly together.

“I put her straight though, baby.” Felicity folds her hand around the nape of my neck, pulling my head toward hers, so our eyes meet. “I don’t give a shit about your past, only your future. I’m just not that keen on being Amie’s new bestie.”

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