Page 20 of Goal Line Love

I’m sorry I didn’t speak up. My voice should’ve been strong. But if you give me another chance, I’ll ask all kinds of questions. And you know I'm good at that. ;-)

I won’t let miscommunication come between us because I love you, too.

Bergan

“Holy shit… she loves you.” Alexie slaps my back and grins as he reads over my shoulder.

Why are you so fuckin’ tall?

“You know Alexie, this is kinda personal.”

“Love is beautiful, Harry. You shouldn’t hold it inside. It needs to be shared.”

He’s right and his own happily ever happened with the GM’s daughter. Something none of us ever saw coming. The old ogre’s grown a heart.

Me, too, Lexie. Me, too.

I gape at him and then grin. “You know, you’re right. I’ve got an idea. Will you help me?”

“For love, Alexie do anything.”

Bergan

I try not to stress over my phone, lifting it every ten seconds to look for a message. I mean, the man is playing hockey, but I can’t help worrying if he’s changed his mind or not. I mean, I wouldn’t blame him. I kinda high sticked him with my fears and attitude.

The teams are tied and so I try to focus on the match and not my pseudo love life.

I focus in and take some notes in my head.

The Frostwolves are in a power play and only two minutes left. The other team steals it from Harrison, and I scream along with the crowd. The teams play cat and mouse for a while, but Harrison gets it back with thirty seconds left.

“Go! Go! Go! Harrison. You got this!” I scream and jump around.

Ten seconds.

Eight.

Six.

He shoots….

And the red light goes off and the buzzer sounds as the crowd becomes electric with excitement, the venue pulses with people screaming, and I jump around like a maniac.

“The Frostwolves win! Fear the frost! Fear… the… frost!” the announcer shouts into the mic. The whole arena goes crazy, the volume deafening and the moment cements that I have to see him. I have to tell him how much he means to me.

The team meets in the middle of the rink. They skate in a pattern, over and over, and over and over. I furrow my brows as I try to see the design.

I sputter and clutch my chest.

It’s a heart.

I run down to the rink edge while fans stay put trying to figure out what the team is doing, pointing and discussing. This is definitely something new.

Harrison breaks off and skates toward me. My heart pounds in my chest and everything fades away as I stay focused on him.

“Did you get my note?” I ask.

“Yeah, but I’ve got a problem with it!” He slips off his helmet and gloves.

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