Page 293 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come? I can leave right now,” he asks, trying again.
“I’m sure.”
“Okay,” he concedes. “Message me when you’re back tomorrow.”
“I will,” I promise.
“I love you, Care Bear.”
“I love you too, Dad. Have a good evening.”
“You too.”
Dad cuts the call, plunging the room into silence for a beat before my music returns.
Reaching over, I ignore my cell but grab the glass of wine I have waiting beside it.
I may have told Dad that I was planning on ordering room service tonight, but the truth is, I already have.
I hum in delight as the cool, fruity liquid hits my tongue.
Resting the glass on the edge of the tub, I sink a little lower in the water.
This might not have been planned, but it’s very much needed.
Do I wish I had some company in the form of a sexy-as-hell hockey player? Hell, yes. But a little me time is almost as good.
I stay in the tub until the water is cold and my wine glass is empty.
My skin is soft and my muscles are loose as I lift myself out, letting the bubbles race down my body.
Reaching for the thick robe hanging on the back of the door, I snuggle into it before stepping up to the basin to remove what’s left of my makeup.
Relaxed and ready for a quiet night, I pad through to the bedroom, grabbing my laptop from my bag as I go before settling in the middle of the huge bed.
Time drifts by as I continue working on my overhaul of the Polar Bears’ Instagram.
I’ve taken inspiration from the Vipers’ account, and I’ve been working on creating eye-catching graphics that I know resonate with hockey fans. My team might be small—in both size and stature—but that doesn’t mean they don’t deserve for the world to know who they are.
Our girls are talented, and if just one thing I post allows others to see that and helps to carve out their future, I’ll be thrilled.
I have a whole grid designed with both headshots and action shots of the girls. I have quotes from them about how much they love their sport, their team, and their coaches. I have video content that I’m going to turn into reels, but that’s going to be a project for another day. It’s all coming together beautifully, and I’m proud of what I’ve managed to achieve so far. I just have to hope others are, too.
I add a few things to the to-do list before opening up the room service menu to select something for dinner.
I’m about to place my carb-heavy order when a noise outside the door catches my attention.
My eyes shoot up a beat before my heart jumps into my throat as someone lets themselves in.
What the fuck?
Heavy footsteps move my way as I stare in horror. I should be saying something, but shock and fear have me frozen.
But then, everything changes in a heartbeat when Kodie stalks around the corner.
The second his eyes land on me, his brows pinch, and his chin drops.
“Casey?” he questions as if he’s seeing things.
