Page 26 of Arresting the Hockey Player
That was one hell of an awkward encounter with Charlotte earlier in the week. We've been casually texting back and forth since running into each other at Kyler's place.
I'm still waiting on the test results for the DNA sample to find out if the little boy is, in fact, my son. I stopped by the clinic to give my DNA sample to the lab and told them to contact me with the results.
Waiting is the hardest part.
No, keeping it a secret is harder.
There's no point in telling anyone if it turns out to be nothing. Which, knowing Jasmine, could very well be the case.
I haven't seen Jasmine or the little boy since the night she showed up unannounced and uninvited. She's just been gone, which is unsettling.
Did she get back with her husband?
Did she run off to hide from him, in which case, where is she, and will she return if the boy is mine?
My head isn't quite in the game when we play the Island Bruisers. I'm even more distracted when I notice Charlotte in the stands with Amber, seated behind the glass and our team's bench.
Charlotte is wearingmyjersey, and my heart swells with pride.
Damn, she looks good.
Her eyes meet mine, and she smiles and waves excitedly.
I give a brief nod. It's all I can do while on the ice. My attention should be on the puck and the game.
I've never worried about a girl being a distraction before, but now I can't keep my gaze from finding her, especially after I stop the Bruisers from scoring a goal and manage to pass the puck to Jasper who scores.
She stands, clapping and cheering. I can’t help but imagine it’s entirely for me.
In her defense, the entire crowd is roaring with excitement, but she's the one I notice among the sea of spectators.
We win by two goals in the final period, and I head to the locker room with the guys at the end of the game.
"I noticed your girlfriend was in the stands," Jasper says as we head into the locker room together.
I laugh under my breath. I'm not sure Charlotte is technically my girlfriend. It's not like we put a label on it.
"I could say the same for you. Amber was with her tonight."
We stalk through the locker room entrance. There's a long, wide hallway ahead before we round the corner to change out of our gear.
Kyler throws his arm around our shoulders. "And was this the first time they both cooperated and woreyourjerseys?"
He had to notice.
Although most of the team noticed a few weeks ago when Amber and Charlotte were donning Island Bruisers gear. I thought it was funny when I didn't know either of the girls.
If Charlotte pulled that crap now, I'd be pissed.
"Says the man who had his fiancé wear a dick jersey to the game," Jasper quips.
Kyler releases his grip on me and roughs up his younger brother, grabbing his neck and yanking him down, putting him in a headlock.
Jasper doesn't willingly take his crap and manages to land a couple of blows to Kyler's chest.
"Boys!" Coach Malone intervenes, like a father scolding his sons.
Kyler releases his hold, and Jasper shoves him to get one final hit in before we head to the bench to remove our skates and gear.
