Page 7 of Soulmates and Slapshots
“Work,” I reply. This is the truth. I just leave out the hockey part, and I’m not sure why.
She flashes a slight smile. “That’s a good reason.”
I’m trying not to stare, but this woman is stunning. So flawless it can’t be ignored. And it’s obvious she has a confidence and openness that instantly draws people in.
“And while we’re on the subject, what made you come to this booming metropolis?” I ask, before she catches me staring.
A flash of amusement spreads across her face. “I’m visiting my aunt, and I actually left a booming metropolis to come here.”
“Really? Where?”
“New York.”
Now it all makes sense—she has a city girl vibe. She’s confident, polished, and a little bit mysterious.
“Ah, the city that never sleeps. It’s a great place,” I say. “One of my favorites for sure.”
She nods slowly. “It is. But there’s something special about this little town too.”
“I agree,” I say. “I moved here from Tennessee. Not quite as fast-paced as New York, but more thrilling than Maple Falls.”
She lifts an eyebrow. “I don’t know…I’ve heard Maple Falls isn’t as sleepy as people think.”
“Really?” I ask, leaning in a little.
She lowers her voice dramatically, even though the only other people nearby are across the street. “I heard there might be a town scandal happening right now.”
“Ooh, now that’s interesting.”
“Yes, it is,” she says with a playful smirk. “And they even have their own professional hockey team.”
I laugh. “Yes, I’m familiar with the Ice Breakers.”
She tilts her head, narrowing her eyes at me with curiosity. “Hockey fan?”
I shrug, unable to hide the grin pulling at my lips. “More than a fan. I play on the team.”
Her eyes widen. “Wait—seriously?”
“Weston Smith, defense,” I say, offering my hand. I’m not sure why I added my player position, but it doesn’t matter now. Maybe she likes hockey?
She takes my hand and grins. “Fiona Hale. And wait until I tell my aunt. She’s going to lose her mind when she hears this—she’s a die-hard fangirl of your team.”
I chuckle. “We love our fans. I’m sure I’ll meet her sooner or later.”
She studies me for a moment, clearly still processing. “So, you’re a hockey player.”
“Yes, I am,” I say. “Hopefully you only know good things. There are varying reports floating around out there.”
She gives a shrug. “Honestly, I don’t really follow the sport. But isn’t there a lot of fighting?”
I smile because that’s what a lot of people think of when it comes to hockey. “It happens.”
“Well, maybe I’ll catch a game while I’m in town. I’m supposed to be relaxing, but there’s no way I can sit still day after day. My best friend begged me to book a cruise or a beach getaway. But for some reason coming here felt like a good idea.”
“Hmm…who’d want to go on a cruise over all of this?” I hold out my arms.
“Exactly,” she exclaims, pulling off her sunglasses. I’m finally able to see her face for the first time. She’s striking with delicate features, full lips, and big brown eyes I could get lost in. I suddenly realize I’ve been staring a bit too long and force myself to look away, clearing my throat.
