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I’ve refined my life down to the two things that matter—hockey and my mom.
I don’t use my size to my advantage often, but tonight, I’ll take any opportunity to show this guy up.
tonight wasn’t a favor to anyone but myself.
my head is back in Vancouver with the woman I’m supposed to keep my distance from.
I’ve just lost the only person I actually like in this city.
I can’t say no to her, it seems.
my Pippa.
In another life, I said to him about the guitar. Maybe that applies to him, too.
when I picture myself at the marketing job, a little piece of me dies.
I feel the urge to climb into his lap and cling to him like a koala, burying my face in his neck and inhaling him. That’s the only thing that’ll make me feel better right now.
“They love you, and they’ll get over it.” He says it like a threat, like he’ll make sure it works out like that,
I have major feelings for Jamie Streicher. Now I just have to figure out what to do about it.
“Jamie’s coming to visit.” She sighs, but she’s smiling. “Of course he is.”
Who is this version of my grumpy goalie?
I’m head over fucking heels for this girl, and I have been for a long time. A lot longer than I realized.
I just want Pippa.
This man with a dog is almost too cute to be legal.
“I don’t want the marketing job.” My voice is hushed. He nods, serious. “I know.”
I wish they could be proud of me. I wish I didn’t have to shove myself into some job I don’t want to gain their approval.
they tie happiness to financial stability,
I fall a little deeper in love with Jamie Streicher.
now that we’re whatever we are—together, in a relationship, dating, all these phrases that feel too mild and watered down for what I feel for Pippa—I want to be as open with her as possible.
She’s perfect, my Pippa.
It was the first time they’d seen me smile in public, the sports anchors joked.
This thing with Pippa is going to last. I can feel it.
“You’re too handsome to look hideous. You look even hotter with the black eye.”
Tonight, I’m going to take care of my goalie.
Jamie’s gorgeous and ripped. Head to toe, he looks like a god. I don’t even like the idea of a woman thinking horny thoughts around him.
“I’m a patient guy, Pippa, but I don’t want another guy touching what’s mine.” My face screws up in confusion. Does he mean, like… his dick? We’re at the nicest hotel in Whistler. I doubt they’ll give him a rub and tug.
Floating in this blissed-out, happy, in-between zone is starting to not be enough for me anymore. I need to tell Jamie how I feel.
“I got all dressed up for you, and I’m not going to let him ruin this.”
“When I see that guy, I’m going to fucking destroy him.” “Get in line,” Jamie tells her, eyes flashing. “No one is going to destroy anyone,” I tell them, and I’m smiling because I love both of these people.
“I’ll hold your hair back while you barf.”
His eyes move over me in wonder, like he sees me in a new light. The new Pippa. Instead of sneakers and jeans, I’m wearing an expensive dress, with my hair in glamorous waves, with a professional hockey player hovering over me. Zach looks at me like my value has gone up.
She and Jamie are like two bodyguards, hovering.
What’s the point of making millions if I don’t spend it on the people I love, doing the things that matter?
Oh, yeah. She’s getting a ring. A big one. Loud and flashy. Disgustingly over-the-top. She’ll hate it, I’m sure, but I want people seeing it from a mile away. From space. I want it to signal to everyone that she’s taken.
I told myself that I can’t meet anyone or get married until I retire from hockey because I need to focus on my career and taking care of you.”
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
“Yep. I love Pippa.” “And she loves you?” “Yep,” Pippa calls from the hall.
My gaze falls to Pippa’s left hand, and I wonder if it’s too soon to think about buying her a ring. Probably. But maybe not.
“Hi. Did you tell everyone to come say hi to my dad?” The corners of his lips curve up. “Yep.” This man. Seriously. He’s perfect. “Thank you.”
“Being broke is really hard, honey.” “She’ll never be broke,” Jamie cuts in, and the look he sends me tells me he means business.
“We don’t say it enough,” my dad says, and there’s a catch to his voice. “We’re proud of you. No matter what.”
Hit way to close to home
“We look happy,” I tell Jamie, and he smiles at me. “We are, songbird.”
I brush my fingertips over my necklace, the one with the blue-gray stone. When I’m on stage or he’s on the ice, this is how I tell him I love him.
“But I want you to be my wife, and I want to be your husband. I want us to be a family and live long, happy lives together.”
“We should try being married.”
