Page 265 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
I stand in the front of the mirror with makeup littering my countertop and dread sitting heavy in my stomach.
I may have missed Monday’s game, but I didn’t stand a chance of missing tonight’s.
Parker is picking me up in fifteen minutes, and I’m yet to decide what I’m wearing.
There’s a part of me that wants to pull on a Seattle Bandits jersey withDonnellyon the back.
A laugh tumbles from my lips as I imagine Dad’s expression if he caught me wearing anything but green and white.
Once I’ve done the best job I can at covering the circles under my eyes, I stand in my closet, assessing my options.
My heart wants me to wearRiverson my back.
It’s a Friday, so I can only assume that Sutton will be going as well, and something tells me that she’d get a kick out of me wearing her name and number.
“Fuck it,” I mutter before pulling the jersey from its hanger.
That little girl has no idea, but she already has me wrapped around her little finger.
She was on fire at Wednesday night’s practice, and I have no doubt that nothing will change before Sunday’s game.
Inspired by what I’ve been doing at work this week, I dug out my camera and requested that Megan allow me to take headshots of all our girls.
They’re already a great team with a fantastic reputation in the league. But I’ve got the power to push them even further. It didn’t take a lot of convincing for Megan to give me the log-in for their social media platforms. All week, I’ve been working on a plan to overhaul everything and really get their name out there.
With thoughts of my girls spinning around my head, I finish getting ready before my cell rings.
My stomach twists as I swipe the screen.
“Do not tell me that you’re not ready,” Parker barks down the line.
“I’m just coming.”
“Good. I haven’t eaten all day. I need those tacos more than I need air right now.”
With a laugh, I push my feet into my sneakers, throw my purse over my shoulder, and pull my door open.
“No margs for you until you’ve lined your stomach,” I tease.
“Hey now, I never said that.”
“See you in two,” I say before hanging up on her and stepping into the elevator, staring at myself in the mirror.
To everyone else, I probably look fine. But Parker will see the truth.
Just get through this game, and then you won’t see him again until next week.
After giving myself a little pep talk, I walk toward Parker’s car and pull the passenger door open.
“Jeez, you took your—Oh shit,” she curses when her eyes land on me.
“Can we not?”
“You’re wearing his number,” she points out with a frown.
“Nope, I’m wearing Sutton’s number.”
“Not sure Kodie will see it like that.”
