Page 33 of Lucky Shot
“You’re gorgeous.” Her husband comes into view.
“I’m talking to my sister,” she says.
“Ruby!” Flynn lifts a hand. He’s sweaty and shirtless and pulls his headphones down to rest around his neck. “How’s Montana life?”
“Don’t ask,” Olivia tells him.
“Uh-oh. What happened?”
“I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. I’m heading back in the morning,” I say.
He winces. “That bad, huh?”
“Worse.”
“Bummer.” He kisses my sister on the cheek and then dips his head lower. She smiles and the phone tilts so I can see himrubbing her pregnant belly. He murmurs lovingly and my heart swells.
Olivia giggles and then swats playfully at him. “Don’t get the baby all excited. I don’t want her to kick me all night again.”
Flynn chuckles softly as he stands tall. He’s a foot taller than my sister, but they’re so cute together. If I hadn’t witnessed their love story, I might be inclined to believe that happily ever afters only happen in books. Seeing them interact, hearing them talk about the other, watching how they can’t stop kissing and touching, it’s hard to deny that big love exists. Maybe not everyone is fortunate to find it, but it’s out there.
“I’m going to finish up here and head in and shower,” Flynn says to her, pulling his headphones back on.
“Okay.” Olivia leans forward this time, and I can hear them kiss but can’t see it. Several seconds pass with no indication that they’re going to come up for air anytime soon.
“Don’t mind me over here listening to you two make out,” I say with a laugh.
“Oops. Sorry,” Olivia says with a flush to her face. Her blond hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail. She has that glow that pregnant women sometimes get. She’s due in two months. I can’t wait to have another niece.
Flynn comes back into the frame. “Later, Rubes. Travel safe.”
“Bye,” I call as he walks off.
Olivia focuses back on me, but the happy and in love expression doesn’t leave her face. “So…what’s the plan? You’re welcome to stay with us.”
“And listen to you and Flynn make out all the time?”
“Notallthe time.”
“Thanks, but I can crash with Mom and Dad until I find a new place. And once I’m settled, I’ll look for another hockey expert.” Then I remember something about my wonderfulbrother-in-law: He has sporty brothers. Four of them. “Do any of Flynn’s brothers play hockey?”
The Holland brothers are all professional athletes—motocross, football, baseball…I don’t remember any of them playing hockey and I’m certain Flynn would have mentioned it before I headed all the way to Montana, but it never hurts to ask. Maybe they played hockey as kids or something.
“No, sorry. But you know his agent, Everly?”
I nod, noncommittally. Flynn talks about his agent sometimes, but I’ve never met her.
“Her husband plays hockey. Do you want me to ask Flynn to put you in contact?”
Before I can answer, there’s a loud bang next door.
“What was that?” Liv asks with a look of concern aimed at me.
My voice wavers slightly. “I think it was a car door.”
“Are you on the first floor?” Her brows pinch together as she studies the area around me more carefully.
“Yes.” There is only one floor. It’s one of those roadside motels where the doors are accessed directly from the parking lot instead of through a lobby.
