Page 100 of Win Some Love Some
“You play hockey,” I reminded him.
“Liam’s right,” Wyatt said. “I’m right. And you know it. You’re just struggling with the reality of it.”
“The reality is, her father is going to kill me.”
“We’ll have your back.”
Wyatt nodded. “We’ll have your back. No matter what.”
That feeling that I was trying to avoid around these two guys shifted in my chest again. Made it harder to breathe.
“Bring her to a hockey game. I want to meet her.”
“I don’t even know if we’re officially dating!”
“Then go make it official,” Wyatt said. “When you find her…The One, you got to lock that shit down.”
“You and Sydney got divorced?”
“Yep. So we could get engaged.”
“You know that makes no sense.”
“Love doesn’t make sense, brother. It just is.”
I sighed. “Thanks for the bagels. I need to talk to Nora.”
20
Nick
When I got back to my apartment, I spotted someone sitting on the steps leading up to my apartment. My inner sex beast got real happy, so there was no question who it was.
I walked over slowly, trying to catch my breath. I was a sweaty mess at this point, having run for what felt like hours, but was probably barely thirty minutes.
“Hey,” I said.
She looked up at me. She was wearing jeans and a blue hoodie. No makeup and her hair pulled back in a pony tail. She looked so fucking young. Too fucking young for someone as old as I felt sometimes. But it was too late. She was mine. I was hers.
Game. Set. Match.
“Hey,” she smiled like she was nervous and happy to see me at the same time. Which was exactly how I felt. “I thought we shouldn’t wait to talk on Monday. Because then it’s work.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you going to fire me?”
“What? Fuck no. I mean…do you want me to? Should I? Because now we’re…”
“Now we’re what?” she asked, like she needed me to tell her. I got that, she deserved that. She’d been so brave our entire lives together, laying claim to me when I’d had no one who cared.
I braced my hands on the railing and leaned down, bumping her nose with mine. She squealed as some sweat dripped on her cheek.
“Nora Barnes, would you like to go, with me, to a hockey game? I know someone who plays for the Bruisers who can hook us up with tickets.”
She smiled. “You mean like a date?”
“I absolutely mean a date. With me.”
