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In fact, it’d be a miracle if we do.

Things are that dire.

That’s led me to a decision—if we don’t make the playoffs, I’m going to head up to Alaska for a while and spend some time at my cabin. It’ll be good to decompress and get away from it all.

Though I will miss Sammie.

You should ask her to go,a little voice inside my head chirps.

I think it over and conclude it’s not a bad idea. I’d love to show her around the area where I grew up. And my cabin is pretty nice.

It has three bedrooms, and two of them have their own adjoining bathrooms. We’d each have our own personal space. I bet that would make Sammie feel more comfortable about going with me.

Hmmm, but what about her jobs?

Oh, hell, I’m sure they’d be here for her when she got back. Surely she can take some time off from work, right? Not to mention, she supposedly has that secret stash of money, her lottery winnings or whatever.

Lottery winnings, my ass.

I’m going to find out one of these days where that cash came from. I know it’s not an inheritance from her mom and dad, asshe mentioned once that they had moved to Florida a few years ago and still live there.

That subject came up when I told her my parents live in Washington state now. They relocated there several years ago when I got really good at hockey.

Sammie and I are growing closer and closer. So much so that it’s getting to the point where I wouldn’t feel like a complete ass to just flat-out ask how she came into the money.

Then again, maybe I would feel weird.

Aw, hell, enough!

I clearly need something to do.

We had practice this morning, but I have off the rest of the day. I asked Easton if he wanted to do something, but he had other plans. I checked with Nils, too, but he’s busy with Ellie—as per the usual these days.

I could call Sammie, but I just saw her last night. We went to a movie. It was our third time doing that.

Oh, and I just thought of something else—Sammie is working a double today at Applebee’s.

So, yeah, that leaves me here, lying on my sofa in my entertainment room, in nothing but boxer briefs and a Thunder T-shirt, staring at the ceiling and thinking things I shouldn’t be thinking, like how I want someone I can’t have.

I can’t help it, though.

We just have such an easy, comfortable connection. And we sure as fuck have chemistry. It’s like we’re fighting against that all the time.

I know I am, and I see conflict in her eyes sometimes too.

Man, that night really was something.

Fuck.

I just know in my heart that we’d be great as a couple.

“Give it up, dude,” I groan out loud as I rest my arm over my face and close my eyes.

Maybe I’ll take a nap.

But now my phone is ringing.

I know it’s not Easton or Nils, and Sammie is working.

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