Page 68 of Forbidden Puck
“The one that got away is the one that screams like a million wolves in hell?”
“Bwahahah!”
“Radar, you're never gonna live this one down!”
I frowned at Radar while he suffered his teammate's jokes in silence.
My eyes said to him,Okay, maybe I did take it a little too far.
You think?His eyes said to me.
“Do you think Radar might've fallen in love with this girl?” someone asked. “Like maybe he fell, legit, head-over-heels in love with this chick.”
Lance pointed at his teammate. “Yes! Thank you. That's whatIsaid.”
I spoke up at last. “Oh, I certainly doubt that.”
“What makes you so sure?” Radar spoke, his eyes locked on mine with a burning intensity. “Who knows. Maybe I did.”
While his teammates exploded into delirious shouts and elated screams ofahhhh!andI fucking knew it!,I was left breathless, my heart and mind racing.
You don't mean it.
You can't just say that.
Don't fuck with my head any more than you already have.
Beneath the table, he touched his shoe against mine. I wasn't sure what it meant, but I knew it meantsomething.
When the excitement died down, Radar was inundated with questions about whether or not he got this girl's number, what her panties were like (what a strange question to be asking him; God, hockey players are weird), and how he intended to pursue her now that she'd escaped him.
“I don't know. I haven't quite worked that out yet.” His eyes never strayed from mine the whole time.
Stop it, Radar! You're going to get us caught!
“Radar—” Shea called from the far end of the table in a serious tone. “Maybe let's talk about something else, yeah? How's the butt model?”
“Lindsay's great! She's meeting us at the club tonight and I'll be spending thesecondnight in a row at her place.”
Radar turned to Lance.
“Hey Lance. You mind if we chat outside for a few, bud?”
“Uh, why can't we chat right here?”
“I just gotta talk to you about something in private.”
Lance shrugged. “Alright, sure. Let's go.”
If eyes could talk?
Mine screamed,WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! DON'T DO WHAT I THINK YOU'RE ABOUT TO DO!
And his said,you wanted me to tell the truth, right?
I was left at the table with their rowdy teammates. They barely noticed Radar and Lance had left.
With my pulse banging in my throat, I looked at Lance and Radar's suit jackets, draped around the backs of their chairs, and wondered.
