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“Sounds like a big job. How did you get it?”

“Andrew suggested me for the job when I came back. They’re close friends and Miles needed someone regular. I was in limbo, so I took it. Great pay and I can save some money.”

“You want a job in your major, right?”

Colton looks concerned, and I wonder if he’s judging my choice.

“Of course. This is a just for now kind of thing.”

The game starts and my stomach lurches as Miles wins the face-off, passing to Andrew before scoring the first goal.

That is when Miles looks up and our eyes lock, and I notice the frown on his face despite their victory.

CHAPTER 17

BOLD MOVE

MILES

She’s here? Delilah’s date brought her to a fucking game?

They’re not in the family section, so he must have tickets on his own. They’re not the worst civilian seats and unfortunately, I can see her clearly. She looks away after a moment and I hear the team celebrating around me.

“You know I got a goal, right? What’s wrong with you?”

Andrew stares at me and I blink.

“I’m just shocked. A minute into the game? We’re going to murder them tonight.”

“That’s the right attitude.”

I watch as he goes to skate by the bench of smiling faces and regain my composure.

I try not to look at her for the rest of the game and use the energy for my daughter as she sits with my family. She’s going there for the night since Delilah has no idea when she’ll be finished, which makes me think she’s planned her own sleepover.

The guy looks like a nerd to me. Clearly, he’s into Delilah, but I don’t see that vibrancy I’m used to with her. There isn’t any chemistry, and a sick part of me wonders if this is her rebound.

This team is here to give us a run for our money, and we all have to play tough. Our defense is on point, and we get to their goal more than they want us to, judging by their angry expressions.

When someone shoves our goalie and tries to make it look like an accident, there’s a lot of commotion as we all go to handle the situation hockey style. I get in someone’s face, remembering Lola is watching me and keep it civil. I don’t need a penalty and she doesn’t need to see her dad clock some goon in the face. Sure, Lola will know this is an aggressive sport, but later.

The refs separate everyone and send the initial player to the penalty box, and I grin as I skate past the other team’s bench. A few choice words are muttered towards me, but I quickly hop over the railing to reach our bench for a break.

“Got close there, Adams.”

Gabe looks at me, and I shrug.

“Nothing happened. Just a conversation. I don’t need my daughter seeing me in a fight at three years old.”

“You’ve been off since the beginning of the game. Everything good?”

How is he so good at reading people? It’s what makes Gabe an excellent captain until he singles me out.

“Yeah, we’re winning. What more can I ask?”

He lets it go to discuss something with the coaches and I take a long drink of water. We’re a few minutes out from the second period ending and I glance back to see Delilah looking at me with wide eyes.

“Is that Del?”

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