Page 186 of Wrong Pucking Player

Then all this week she’s been wearing nicer clothes. Not in terms of high branded or expensive, but brighter shades that compliment her physique and emphasize all the gains she’s been making at the gym.

When she walks into a room, everyone notices.

Even in her scrubs, skating along the ice before practice games, the Pincers don’t hesitate to whistle her way.

The hardest part is hearing them talk about wanting to smash her up. How they’re betting on who will date her next and what a hot body she has. It makes my blood boil because I know none of those assholes would treat her right.

Maybe Oscar, but that’s really it.

Even so, I wasn’t any different when I had her in my grasp. When I was given the privilege to touch her and show my affection, her body was everything to me, but I wasn’t treating her right at all.

I fumbled the bag.

Fuck.

Thinking about it makes my head hurt, the pounding strong enough to force me to stop and take a few breaths. All this mental frustration has only heightened my dizzy spells.

I feel as though I’m going to have to tell someone sooner or later.

Oscar knows. Would he be able to connect me to anyone in that specialization?

It’s funny because I’m a doctor.

I should have all the connections and be able to fix myself.

Yet, the cost is too great.

I can’t lose my privileges.

I need to do it the ‘underground’ way, so I don’t ruin my dream of getting on the ice again.

“What idiot carries a tower of towels as if you’re a pizza delivery man?”

My heart skips a few beats as I’m frozen in my spot.

No way…

“Leo, is that you? Only you’d be dumb enough to pull off such a shortcut.” Mackenzie’s voice is closer now, and I don’t know what to do or say.

Fuck. I should turn around.

It’s not simple when I’m holding this leaning tower of towels.

Wait. Why are the towels leaning?

Actually… fuck.

The world is spinning again, and instead of leaning to my right where the wall is, I’m falling to my left.

“OH!”

“Watch out,” I emphasize, bracing for the ground, but instead, I crash into someone while towels rain down on us.

Even now that I’m on the ground, the world is still spinning like crazy.

Fucking hell. Bad timing.

“Wyatt?” Xandra questions but I realize she’s shaking me. “Wyatt? Hey? Can you hear me?”

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