Page 30 of Knot Only His

“Yes, that’s fine,” he says. “It’s Harlow Foster.”

I smile. This is a pretty good perk of the job.

I need as much help as I can get because some days I feel like I’m eighty years old, not twenty-two.

Before Colton dumped me, he crashed his car, and I got such severe whiplash I need regular physio to keep me from going stiff.

Mom was furious that I never made a claim against him. But how could I sue my boyfriend?

I also never expected for our relationship to grind to a stunning halt.

God, I hate him.

I realize I’ve gone into some world of my own, where I’m finding another way to get back at Colton.

I’ve thought about letting him know I fucked his brother.

I thought that would be enough to hurt him and give me a sense of revenge.

But he’s found an omega. What’s the point of revenge?

How can I compare to that?

“You can go home if Coach is happy with the arrangements.”

“Thank you.” I grab my purse and the travel itinerary, my heart already beginning to race as I make my way out of the office.

I head down to the ice. The hallway leading there is lined with player photos. I pause at Oliver Bradley’s photo. Dark hair, hazel eyes, sexy tattoos, and a gorgeous face that winked at me during that Bears game a few months ago.

My body makes an involuntary shudder.

Coach Parker’s photo is at the end. His stern expression can’t hide how handsome he is. I’ve seen him from a distance with his nephew, mainly when I’ve been gawking from a window as he gets into his car.

It’s adorable how the supposedly tough coach melts around the little boy.

My hands shake as I walk through the tunnel to the ice and toward him to deliver the itinerary for the next game in Las Vegas, only three days from now.

Each step echoing in the tunnel as I approach.

There’s going to be a team full of ice hockey players on the ice. And I hate hockey players now.

Except Carver.

How could I hate him? But how do I feel about him?

Just thinking about his name sends a shiver down my spine. It’s ridiculous, really. He’s so far out of bounds it’s not funny.

An alpha, for starters—exactly the type I’ve sworn off. Not to mention he’s my ex-boyfriend’s brother.

I have to forget about him.

I have no business having anything but friendly feelings for him.

Yet here I am, palms sweating as I clutch the paperwork, while once again I let him seep into my thoughts.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.

As I reach the end of the tunnel, the sound of skates scraping across the ice grows louder.

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