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I snort a laugh.Isn’t that like every guy’s dream while watching Princess Leia in her bikini?
That wasReturn of the Jedi.
You’re such a dork!
But a loveable dork, right?
Very.Then I type,Is this your way of saying you’re watchingStar Wars?
Is this your way of saying you want to have phone sex with me?
My girlie parts between my legs perk up at the idea. I let out a slow breath and pray Muumu can’t tell the affect Kyle’s text is having on me. If I thought the semi-steamy scene in the movie was awkward, that’s nothing compared to this.
Goodnight, Kyle. :)
Yep, my plans to study tonight are in serious trouble if my body has any say in it.
Chapter Twenty-One
Kyle
I’m doomed.
That’s all I’ve thought about ever since I kissed Sofia last night.
Lucky for me the boys haven’t noticed I’m distracted. Nor has Nik. “You all set for this weekend?” he asks, his sneaker-clad feet propped up on his desk.
“Yep. Thanks for inviting us. We’re looking forward to it.”
Nik smirks. “I bet you are.” His phone rings. Dropping his feet from the desk, he answers the phone in Finnish, then leaves the office while still talking. Whoever he’s talking to is pissing him off, judging from his tone.
I check my phone and mentally calculate the time back home. I still have twelve minutes before the boys’ off-ice training session begins.
I call the Minnesota Bears head athletic trainer. “Brian Prescott,” he answers.
“Hey, Brian, it’s Kyle Bennett. Am I phoning at a bad time?”
He laughs. “There’s never a good time to phone me, or so my wife tells me. What can I do for you?”
“A friend of mine is entering her final year in the athletic training program. Her practicum was canceled for the fall and now she has nothing to take its place. Is there any chance you can help her out with your connections?” I’m not sure what I’m asking for, but I hate to see Sofia miss out on a great experience because she got screwed.
“Let me call around and see what I can do. But I can’t promise anything, Kyle.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
“Is it true you’re in Finland with Tikkanen?”
“Yes, but don’t worry. I’m keeping up with my rehab here.” Even though I know I’ll never be fully recovered to play in the NHL again, part of me will never give up on that goal.
“I never doubted it for a moment. You’re one of the most driven players I’ve worked with.”
We talk for a few more minutes, then we both have to get back to work. The boys are waiting for me when I enter the gym. Like with all the strength and conditioning sessions, Nik’s boys have joined mine.
“Five minutes of jogging to warm up,” I direct them. “We’re starting a new training program today.” I send them off on their run.
“Do you wanna explain the drills to them?” I ask Nik.
“You’re the one planning to be a coach. You can do it.” His gaze drops to my injured leg. “I’ll demonstrate.”
