Page 98 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
My stomach clenches with anticipation; my eyes still locked on him as he continues to celebrate the win with his teammates.
“We need to find what room he’s in tonight. You need to go to him.”
“I-I can’t do that,” I stutter.
But while I might argue, I can’t deny that I don’t clench my thighs in anticipation of doing just that.
If I were to knock on his hotel room door, would he open up? And if he did, would he let me in?
The thought of him sending me away hurts. I can only imagine how bad it would be if it were to happen.
I can’t risk that. Can I?
As the team begins to leave the ice, I lose myself in thoughts of what the night could hold.
Kodie is about to step off the ice just behind Linc when he turns around and looks up. But it isn’t any of the other fans he searches out.
It’s me.
His eyes drop to my jersey, and one side of his mouth kicks up.
“Oh my god, Casey,” Parker squeals.
His gaze lifts again, and something powerful crackles between us.
Right there and then I decide that I’ll risk being turned away from his hotel room.
Anything to do with Kodie Rivers is a risk worth taking.
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KODIE
She’s here.
Casey fucking Watson is here.
In Utah.
Possibly in this very hotel right now.
Probably with her father.
Fuck.
FUCK.
“Does winning give you the shits or something?” Linc barks through the bathroom door.
We arrived back about fifteen minutes ago, and after agreeing to meet the team at the bar, we came up to our room. I swiftly locked myself in the bathroom for a moment alone to process what the fuck happened at the arena.
She’s here.
“I’ll be out in a bit.”
“We’re gonna be late,” he points out
“Then go. I’ll meet you down there.”
