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“I got a call from a nurse friend of mine. She does scheduling for the home aide service he’s using and she wanted to see if I was available for a difficult client.” I snort. “Nobody is less surprised than me to learn he’s not sunshine and rainbows after his surgery.”
“That’s not all. I texted Scarlett and she said none of the guys have seen him since the surgery and he’s barely responding to texts or calls.”
Jack is great at being there for other people, but he tends to shut everyone out when he’s dealing with things or in a bad mood—which
sees someone hurting, she’s incapable of standing by.
Bridget has a good heart. She’s much nicer than me, which is probably why we’re friends. Every nice girl needs a mean friend.
Are you and Ash having fun?” I hear her fiancé’s muffled voice on the other end, something that sounds a lot like kissing, and then her giggle.
Her voice brightens and she smiles at me. Why the fuck is she smiling at me? That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard.
It’s just one of many articles that have been written about how my fuck up derailed my team’s season, but each one cuts deep.
Actually, what I want to do is throw it out the goddamn window, but when Nick’s name flashes on the screen, I know I have to answer. If I don’t, he’ll show up here.
Sandra and the other nurses do not cook but sometimes they answer the door to get my delivery,
“I was offering greasy burgers and fries and here you’re enjoying home-cooked meals.” My stomach grumbles.
I feel like I’m running on coffee and fury alone.
I think this is the longest I’ve been away since I started playing hockey as a kid.
My left arm is broken and in a hard cast and my knee is fucked. The accident, combined with years of getting busted up on the ice, meant I needed a complete replacement.
“You don’t want me to do my job, but you expect me to cook for you?!” Her glare intensifies,
“He says he doesn’t need my help. Maybe you will have better luck looking like that.”
could walk in there naked and Jack would still be the same stubborn jerk.
hold my arm over my nose as I continue. It smells like spoiled food or dirty feet. Maybe a combination of the two.
“What are you doing here?” The gruff voice sends tingles down my spine.
He towers over most people at six foot three. His dark hair and square jaw give him a rugged edge,
He’s a professional hockey player so he has the broad shoulders, muscular, thick thighs thing going for him as well. Plus, he just has this arrogant, bossy,
If I had run into him anywhere else, I’m not even sure I would have recognized him.
“Your nurse gave it to me before she peeled out of your driveway, flipping the finger in your general direction. Now I think I know why. What the hell is going on, and why are you holed up in here looking like an injured bear that raided a campsite?”
He’s injured and I’m yelling at him. I swear he just provokes this kind of reaction from me.
“I gave everyone some time off while I recover.
“Glaring at me isn’t going to get me to leave faster.” “What will?” he asks coolly,
“Maybe I just want to hang out and soak up some of your winning personality.” Dammit, I keep letting him provoke me.
do I. I start to step forward and he growls, halting me. “Did you just growl at me?” I do my best to hide the smile slowly pulling at the corner of my lips.
“I don’t have the energy to fight with you today and I just want to be left the hell alone.” My face heats at the verbal scolding. I’ve known Jack since I was barely eighteen, a total mess, and mad at the world. He’s never pulled any punches with me.
The season ended because of my fuck up. Not just my season, but the team’s too.
“Oh, good. You’re alive,” Everly says in a tone that suggests maybe she’s not all that happy I haven’t reached an untimely demise.
“And why are you bringing me food? I’m not helpless.” “Wow, Everly, that was so nice. Thank you,” she says
“I was in the neighborhood. I’m looking after Leo, Declan, and Ash’s houses while they’re gone. I thought you might like something to eat that wasn’t fried in vegetable oil.”
I like Everly more than I like the average person, but at this moment I can’t remember why.
Her brother Tyler can’t stop talking about it. He’s so proud of his younger sister. And for all the hell she caused him when she was younger, I guess I understand why.
Everly’s steps come up short when she spots me. She’s changed into a swimsuit—some tiny black thing that barely covers her. My mouth goes dry and heat courses through me. Woah, buddy. Eyes up.
Ev is gorgeous. She has a heart-shaped face, pouty lips, and these big, expressive hazel eyes. She’s average height, but still feels tiny next to me.
Objectively, she’s stunning. But hooking up with a teammate’s sister is completely off-limits.
My loyalty is to my teammates and besides, I’m not that hard up for attention.
Surprise plays over her features. “Wow. He speaks without growling at me.” Her taunt, of course, makes me want to growl at her.
“How are you doing?” she asks, a touch brighter and without the snark.
don’t need anyone to check in on me. I’m—” “Fine?” she asks, a smirk on her sexy mouth. “Don’t need anyone’s help? Want to be left alone?” Yes, to all those things.
don’t want them worrying about me. We only get a few months off the entire year. The other nine months are a grind of nonstop hard work and time away from families and loved ones. They deserve this time to relax and unwind.”
“That’s stupid. They care about you. They’re your friends. Of course, th...
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The familiarity she has with my house speaks some truth to her words. They are my friends. And by extension, she is too.
I could also tell my chef that I changed my mind and need some meals prepared and ready to go, but he was so excited about having the summer off that taking that back now feels shitty.
Sugar cookies. Coincidence that it’s my favorite? Probably not.
“Why are you here?” Her face takes on a slight blush. “You have that great pool and you won’t even know I’m here.” Impossible. “I don’t want your pity lunch or your bribery cookies.”
“Because you look like shit and this place is a mess.” I motion with both hands toward my leg. “I know. I know.”
don’t mean to keep yelling at you, but god, you’re frustrating.” “Right back at ya.”
