Page 273 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
“Maybe it’s not your issue directly, but do you want that on your conscience when he’s out because of a broken fist?”
Parker rolls her eyes, a bitter laugh spilling from her lips.
“If Rett has an issue with my behavior, he can deal with it for himself instead of sending his minion.”
Linc nostrils flare with irritation. “I’m taking you home,” he states.
Parker’s nostrils flare, her hands landing on her hips as she stares him down.
“I don’t fucking think so. Case, let’s go.”
Before I know what’s happening, she’s got my hand in hers and she’s dragging me away.
“We’ll go downstairs. It stinks of over-inflated egos up here anyway,” she shoots over her shoulder.
Twisting back, I glance over at the three men we left behind.
I allow her to pull me along, and the second we hit the ground floor, she leads me toward the bar, where she orders us shots.Twisting around, I look back up at the VIP area to see Andrey standing at the railing. His lips twitch into a smile before he lifts his hand to wave.
I shake my head. Such a player.
Surprisingly Linc doesn’t follow, but something tells me it’s not going to be the last we see of him tonight.
No sooner have we swallowed them is Parker on the move again, with me right behind her.
She battles through the crowd on the dance floor before coming to a stop and turning me to face her.
“Hockey players are assholes,” she states.
I glance up at the VIP area and find one person leaning over the balcony,watching us closely.
But Linc isn’t watching me. His attention is purely focused on Parker.
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KODIE
Rolling over, I reach for my cell and wince as the screen lights up.
I turn the alarm off, and my thumb hovers over the Instagram app.
I shouldn’t look, I know that. But I also knew that the other million times I’ve opened it and tapped on Casey’s name since I ended it with her.
I told myself that it would help me move on if I were to see her doing the same.
She may have only posted a couple of times, but seeing her smiling face had the opposite reaction.
It didn’t make anything easier. Instead, it made the pain worse.
But apparently, I’m a masochist, and despite knowing it’ll hurt, I do the same as all the other times I’ve opened this app.
This time, though, the pain in my chest when I see her isn’t my only reaction.
Anger and jealousy surge through me at the sight of her with another man.
This is what you wanted, a little voice pipes up, my grip tightening on my cell and my heart rate becoming more and more erratic as I swipe through the images.
She’s dancing with a Bandit.
