Page 61 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
Fuck’s sake, Watson. Get a grip.
He doesn’t care about you.
The only thing important to him is his future here.
“Fucking hell, come on,” I scream at my TV as Vancouver steals the puck and shoots off down the ice, scoring again.
We’re losing three to one, and the clock is counting down too fast.
I’m on the edge of my seat as the puck drops and Fletch wins the face-off.
He passes to Kodie, who takes off with Vancouver's defense right on his tail.
My heart is in my throat as he gets closer to the goal. But just before he gets there, the other Vancouver defenseman—Cooper Nash—bodychecks Kodie.
“Motherfucker,” I cry, now on my feet, unlike Kodie and the asshole who took him down.
The whistle blows and play stops as they right themselves.
Kodie barks something, and the Vancouver player turns on him and steps right into his space.
“Shit,” I whisper as I wait, not breathing..
Fights on the ice are common, but it’s very rare that Kodie gets involved.
Unsurprisingly, it’s usually Linc.Or Killer, one of our starting D men.
My heart slams against my ribs as I wait to see what’s going to happen.
Members of both teams move closer, ready to get involved if necessary.
The Vancouver captain reaches out to pull his man away, but he’s not having any of it. He’s gunning for a fight.
Kodie lifts his chin, and I gasp, waiting for fists to start flying.
I can’t decide if I want it to happen or not.
Watching him fight will be hot as hell, I have no doubt. But also…his daughter.
It’s the last thing she needs.
I’ve only seen her a handful of times. We did a family day lastyear that she came to. Honestly, she was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, walking around wearing her dad’s jersey with pride.
But mostly, Kodie keeps his family life private.
I can’t blame him. I think I’d do the same thing.
I’m just about convinced he’s agreeing to fight before he skates away.
I breathe a sigh of relief and lower myself back to my couch.
Fuck. That was intense.
Both teams line up for the final face-off, and I’m forced to watch as Vancouver steals the puck and scores the final goal of the game.
“Fuck,” I sigh. Disappointment sits heavily in my stomach.
I feel it for Dad. For the team. For everyone.
