Page 11 of Blindside Love

She’s too smart for her own good.

“Actually, Ms. Addy, you make a very good point. I definitely think I should have your mother’s number. You know, so I can let you both know when Rory is over, of course,” Trevor says boldly.

“You’re ridiculous,” Rex says as the elevator opens, and we all walk off.

I feel my cheeks heat, but I can’t deny that I love the idea of him having my phone number.

Even if he never uses it.

“You’re not wrong, sweet girl. Here, give me your phone,” I say as we walk towards our respective doors.

He hands me his phone without a second glance, leaving it open on the main screen for me to navigate my way to the contacts. Tom never let me anywhere near his phone unless I was reading something he had up for me. Hell, I don’t think he ever let me hold his phone. He didn’t trust me.

Or he didn’t want me to realize I couldn’t trust him.

Typing my number in quickly, I shoot myself a text so that I have his number, too.

For emergencies only, of course.

“Here you go,” I say as I hand him his phone back.

“You know… you two could come to watch the game with us. If you’d like.”

“Thanks, seriously. It’s just that it’s her, uh, it’s her first day back with me, and I’m not really used to not having her all the time. I think I just want to hang out with my girl,” I tell him with more honesty than I expected.

Trevor smiles as he looks back over to Addy and Rex, who are in a competitive game of rock paper scissors that Rex is obviously losing.

“I get it. Enjoy your day,” Trevor says before heading over to Rex, looking back with a devilish smile. “You’ve got my number now. Use it whenever.”

Busted. I thought I was slick, but obviously not slick enough.

“Come on, Addy. Let’s go figure out lunch.”

“Bye Ellie, it was nice to finally meet you,” Rex says as they disappear into his apartment.

What’s that supposed to mean? Why does he even know I exist?

Chapter 6

Trevor

We’ve been on a streak of away games these past few days; it’s been exhausting. We had two on the West Coast, and now we’re in Nashville until tomorrow morning. We won tonight’s game three to one. I wanted nothing more than to go directly back to our hotel and pass out on my bed, but Cade decided that wasn’t happening and all but drug me out with them tonight.

At least when I’m out with Cade, I don’t usually have to deal with the puck bunnies. We aren’t the usual crowd who spend their entire night entertaining them. I’m not saying that we never dabbled in flirting with the bunnies—I, for one, took my fair share of them home in my earlier years in the NHL. But now, I don’t want the one-night rodeo; I want more, and I definitely won’t find that here.

Cade and I spent most of the night playing pool, while Harris snuck off early after deciding he wanted to stay in; I wish he’d told me so I could have gone with him. It’s always surprising when Mr. Playboy doesn’t come out, but I guess even he needs a break from the madness at times.

“Nice goals tonight, Adams. You played your ass off. I always like to see McQuinn get embarrassed out there every once in a while,” Cade says, snapping me out of my thoughts as he slips onto the stool next to me. “That five-hole goal, though, that was so sick.”

“Thanks,” I say, tilting my beer towards him.

“Why don’t you seem excited? I figured you’d be stoked. It’s not every day you get a hat trick against last year’s Stanley Cup winners, especially with McQuinn in the net. You should be celebrating.”

Just then, our server comes over with another glass of bourbon for both of us. She’s figured out that we aren’t interested in flirting tonight, so she’s quick to scurry off.

“Are you throwing a fit because the bunnies are ignoring you? I can always call a couple of them over. That brunette is pretty cute,” Cade says with a grin, knowing damn well I don’t give two shits about who they’re paying attention to. Neither of us do. Cade hasn’t dated anyone seriously in a very long time. That’s not to say he doesn’t have a couple of girls he can call when he wants a quick hook up, but that’s about it. We both prefer a little familiarity when we’re with a woman; we aren’t good at one-night stands, there’s no trust involved, and trust is important when you’re pushing boundaries.

But that’s not why I’m grumpy. I’m grumpy because I’ve been staring at my phone all week, waiting for Ellie to text me, and have been sorely disappointed. Why would she, though? We aren’t exactly friends yet. She doesn’t need anything from me. Hell, I doubt she’s even thought about me since I saw her and her daughter.

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