The Penalty Box (Vancouver Wolves Hockey, #3)

by Odette Stone

“If you’re wearing my ring, you’re mine. Not to be touched by anyone.”

Get used to it, I told my dick. You’ve got a long year of celibacy ahead of you.

“I, Mica Petrov, take you, Charlie Watt, to be my wife and to live together in marriage.” I don’t want this, and you know that, and for that I am sorry. “I promise to love you, comfort you, honor, and keep you.” I will never love you, but I will comfort, honor, and keep you as mine. “For better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health.” I am rich and you are poor, but I will look after you. No matter what. “And forsaking all others, I will be faithful only to you.” I will never cheat on you, and I expect the same damn commitment of celibacy from you. “So long as we both shall live.” I won’t make the same mistake my parents made. We will divorce, but I will try my hardest not to make this year suck too bad for you. No matter what it costs me.

“You’ve fallen for him, haven’t you?” She touched my arm, almost as if to console me. I nodded, not speaking. I no longer could deny this. To myself or anyone else.

“Let me hold you.” She snuggled deep against me. “Is that it?” “That’s everything.”

“I’ll go as far as you will go with me.”

I didn’t have a choice. This woman was my life. She owned my heart. She was my everything. The last two weeks had just proven that life was meaningless without her in it.