Page 171 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
The second I’m around the corner, I pick up speed, hoping to catch up to him.
Heavy footsteps echo down the hallway, letting me know I’m close. “Kodie, wait,” I whisper-hiss, desperate to stop him but also terrified someone will hear.
Thankfully, as I turn the next corner, I find that he’s stopped. But I quickly discover it isn’t for me; instead, he’s staring down at his cell.
I slow my pace as he swipes the screen and lifts it to his ear.
“Yes, this is him. Is everything okay?” He asks in a rush, fear lacing his voice. My heart jumps into my throat.
I may not know Kodie all that well, but there’s only one person on the planet who could make him react like that.
Sutton.
“Okay, good. No, no. I’m glad you called me.” He pauses, listening before huffing out a laugh. “Of course she did. Okay, if anything changes, call me. If I don’t answer, call the arena. Someone will get me.” He nods despite the person not being able to see him. “Okay, thank you. Bye.”
He takes a step back, colliding with the wall.
“Shit,” he hisses, combing his fingers through his hair.
“I-is everything okay?” I ask quietly as I continue my approach.
He startles despite my soft voice, and I cringe.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…I wasn’t eavesdropping, I promise. I was just?—”
“It’s okay,” he says, cutting off my rambling.
“Are you sure? Is Sutton okay?”
He lets out a laugh as he rubs the back of his neck.
“Yeah. She got into a fight with a kid at school.”
“A fight?” I balk.
“Adrian Scott,” he mutters through clenched teeth. “Ever heard of Theodore Scott?”
I think for a moment. “AHL?” I ask making Kodie’s brows shoot up. “Injured before he was called up to the NHL. Wait…wasn’t he on your rival team at college?”
Kodie stares at me with an open mouth.
“H-how do you know that?”
I shrug, my cheeks burning. “Stalker, remember?”
“Ibarely remember some of the guys I played with at college.”
My blush quickly spreads down my neck. Why the hell did I say that?
He drags his hand down his face, getting over his shock.
“But yeah, Adrian is his kid. He and Sutton…they don’t get on.”
I can’t help but chuckle as memories from my own childhoodcome back to me. “Adrian probably feels like he has something to prove.”
“Yeah, like how to not be an asshole like his father. He isn’t doing a very good job.”
“I may have only met Sutton a couple of times, but something tells me that she can hold her own.”
