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“Yeah, but … if we just take thirty seconds to wash and dry themnow,we won’thaveto do it in the morning.”
His lips twitched, and he tugged a little harder.“And if they are there in the morning, it will mean the world didn’t end.Come to bed, Gabrielle.Come to bed, get naked, and let me make your thighs shake.”
I glanced at him and sighed, allowing him to tug me through the kitchen and down the hall to my bedroom.
“That’s a good girl,” he purred, closing the bedroom door behind me.“Now, let’s reward you for giving up that control.Because we both know it wasn’t easy.Clothes off, and on your hands and knees.I’m hungry.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
Maverick
MondaycamebeforeIwas ready, and I was on the seven o’clock ferry heading to Seattle.Gabrielle suggested I pack all my stuff from the cabin and take it with me.While I found it weird, her reasoning made sense.What if the doctors needed me to stick around for a few days for more tests?Wouldn’t I would want all of my clothes and stuff with me?
She wasn’t wrong, but it still struck me as odd.
I didn’t argue though, and since I didn’t have much with me, I crammed everything I owned into my two duffel bags and headed to the ferry.
It was choppy waters sailing across the Sound, but we made it to the mainland only fifteen minutes behind schedule, and I headed to the medical imaging center attached to Dr.Avery’s clinic for my scans.
Even though I’d only been on San Camanez for a few weeks, it took me a hot minute to re-acclimate myself to the chaotic city driving.
Did San Camanez haveanystreetlights?I couldn’t remember coming across any.
After being put through the gamut of tests: MRI, CT, and X-Ray, I had fifteen minutes to spare, and took a seat near the window in Dr.Avery’s patient waiting room at nine forty-five.I was mindlessly scrolling on my phone when an alert popped up.
Raleigh Franks, husband, father, and right wing for the Portland Storm added to the list of accused players in the SA scandal rocking the NHL.
While I wasn’t surprised, I sure as hell wasn’t happy about it.
Dammit.
Henderson and Franks were decent players, even if they were shit people.They were first string and now the team was without them, and me, as we geared up for the playoffs.Would we even qualify at this point, given the way the team was playing and the growing division in the locker room?
A text from Roman made my phone vibrate as I clutched it a little too tight in my palm.We must have gotten the same alert at the same time, and he wanted to check in with me.
(Roman)
Not surprised.Just disappointed.And disgusted.
(Me)
Why do we have to have such douchebags as teammates?This is going to hurt the whole fucking team.
(Roman)
Get better sooner and get your ass back on the ice.We need you more than ever now if we have even a slim chance of making the playoffs.
(Me)
At the doc now to get more scans and see how things are healing.Cross your fingers it’s good news.
(Roman)
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I heaved a big, weary sigh.Franks was just the second player to come out of the Storm with these accusations, but I was certain he wouldn’t be the last.The industry was a cesspool of entitled, talented athletes who’d had smoke blown up their ass since they were kids and thought they were immune to consequences because of their bank account and “importance” to the league.It was time for the league to wake up and start holding players accountable.But we all knew it started before the league.This went back to the parents, the high schools, the colleges of these athletes who prioritized winning over raising decent human beings.
“Mr.Roy?”the receptionist called out.“Dr.Avery will see you now.”
