Page 294 of Wrong Pucking Player

After watching Mikayla on the ice like that, I feel an odd sense of hollowness.

As if I failed her.

I know I didn’t. Things escalated beyond my control, but it doesn’t make it easier to face now that I’m left with the spiraling thoughts in my head.

“Get going,” I encourage Katherine.

“I’ll text or call you if I need help,” she assures me. “Tell Leo I’m working but will send him everything.”

“Alright.” I wish her the best of luck before watching her run off toward the building.

Running my hands through my hair, I notice the reports coming in, which prompts me to get out of the parking lot and back into the building.

I end up down the hall to my nursing office, needing a moment of calm from the chaos happening in the rink and outside of this grand stadium.

“Xandra!”

I glance back to see Wyatt heading my way. He’s before me in five seconds and pulling me into his arms.

“Baby, you okay?” he asks, which makes me melt in his arms as I hug him back.

“Not really,” I admit as I take in his musk cologne. “Fuck, Wyatt. First, Harvey, then Mikayla. It was insane. The blood. The screams and cries. That was… so fucking scary.”

He holds me tightly as he rubs my back and consoles me. I’m fighting my emotions, but I’m losing the battle because everything finally hits me.

Oscar has been telling me that venting my emotions is the best medicine, even though he struggles to implement the same advice. Despite that, having him comfort me in times I think I need to be a superwoman and show no reflection of emotional distraught, it’s become easier to let myself feel around those I trust.

Wyatt being one of them.

“It’s okay, Wildflower,” he whispers into my ear before he ends up pulling me into my office. Sitting in the side chair, he pulls me into his lap and lets me cry it out while his hands run through my hair.

I’ve missed the intimacy I share with Wyatt, especially in times like these where I need him to be there for me emotionally in comparison to the plenty of times we’ve needed each other sexually.

Just having him here helps greatly, and I pray that everything will be okay.

One thing is clear.

Saskatchewan Pincers… lost.

Our dreams of hitting the finals are gone… and with it, invites disaster in its wake.

ICE RINK OF DEATH

~MACKENZIE~

“Leo needs help with the cleanup,” Wyatt admits as he slips his phone back into his pocket, his other hand squeezing mine. “It shouldn’t be long.”

“Take as much time as you need,” I urge before leaning in to kiss him. He kisses me back, the tension in his body loosening a little. “I think I’ll just stick around. I don’t want to go anywhere right now.”

He nods in understanding before he kisses my forehead.

“We’ll go to Oscar’s place and lie low. It looks like a conference has to be made due to this chaos. Not sure what’s going to be announced or the future of all this, but I think it would be good if we rested in the meantime.”

“I agree.” I could use some time to rest. “Be careful,” I encourage. “I know Winchester is out of the game now, but his rage may ignite other problems.”

“That’s what Leo and I are worried about,” he admits. “Best we’re extra aware of our surroundings until this settles down.” He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me in so he can give me a deeper, comforting kiss. “I’ll be near, and if you need me. I’m a call or text away, yes?”

“Yes,” I whisper against his lips before we kiss again. “Fuck. I miss you.”

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