On the Fly Quotes

“She breathed in his cologne, something woodsy, clean, intoxicating. He kept looking at her when he probably thought she couldn't tell. It took every ounce of strength she had not to grab him by the T-shirt and finish what they started.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“Carter stared at her lips. She flashed back to their almost-kiss on Saturday and felt heat creep up her neck and everywhere else. His frozen state reminded her of a vending machine that needed a good shaking so the candy bar would drop.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“In Jack Vaughn's 18 seasons as owner of the Cleveland Rockers, he'd seen five Stanley Cups. It didn't take a hockey expert to know how good that record was. And now the pressure rested on her shoulders to continue the tradition. In their three-year existance, the Sinners hadn't even made a playoff run. Time to change that.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“Jacey bit back a smile as she eased down the arena steps in her black, round-toed pumps to a seat behind the players' box. The rest of the team panted and their strides slowed as practice wound down. It was a large rink, but up this close, the sweat-sock smell was strong and Jacey made an effort to breathe strictly through her mouth.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“The Las Vegas Arena looked as much like one of the hotels on the strip as it did a sports building. The facade appeared to be an ornate castle. Tourists might mistake it for Medieval Times if it weren't for one glaring difference. A big neon sign sat at the entrance to the parking lot, waiting to light up and welcome fans to the "Coolest Spot in the Desert.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“Madden's pride almost always got the best of him, but the ego only served to hide his insecurities. Deep down hid a vulnerable kid. Still, he was usually too contrary for his own good, even when it would benefit him to agree.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“If you're so busy and need so much help, why can't I be the acting GM?

Because you gambled away your savings by age 24. Because I don't trust you with Dad's team. Neither of those would be helpful out loud. Instead, she went with a better truth.

"Because no one thinks I can do this. I want to prove everyone wrong. I want to prove to myself Dad didn't make a mistake trusting me with the team. I need you behind me on this, Maddie.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“I need you, Maddie. I can handle the business end of things, but I'm still learning hockey and player relations. The team thinks I'm a puff bunny.
Madden's brows furrowed and then a deep laugh shook his shoulders. "Puck bunny. And jeez, what'd you do?"
"Nothing! I didn't do anything. My first day, Coach Finley quit and I needed someone to run practices, so I went down to the rink and asked Carter where the assistant coach was."
"Carter... Phlynn? And I bet you called him Carter in front of the whole team. Now I get it."
Jacey swatted her brother's shoulder. He smirked, so she pinched him. "I don't see what the big deal is. What's wrong with first names?"
"Nothing. If you're on the team or sleeping with them. Pro sports are about last names and nicknames, Jace.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“The house opened up in every direction. A cream-colored, leather, sectional sofa and a flat-screened plasma TV taller than she was filled the left. To the right, a grand dining room boasted a polished oak table so long that if people sat at each end, they'd need cell phones to say, "Pass the salt.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“Vaughn Manor rose in front of them: a three-story monstrosity of white stucco, gleaming windows and terracotta tile. Palm trees lined the drive on either side, providing little shade but lots of glam. Neighboring homes were at least 50 yards apart. Some of them might have been closer, but there was a good chance this house ate them.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“She blinked at him sleepily. "Can I do something for you?" Several answers came to mind, none of them appropriate. She was his boss. Bess to remember that. And sexy wasn't how he'd currently describe her. Right now, she just looked tired.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“Jacey leaned back against the cupboards and slumped to the floor. She looked at her phone without seeing it and pushed the off button. After a few minutes of inaction, she set it on the counter then returned to the mess on the floor, cleaning on autopilot. An unexpected tear slid down her cheek followed by another and another. She sniffled then laughed. "I'm crying over spilled milk.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“The preseason had been a trainwreck. They lost every game. Normally, she’d consider low attendance a bad thing, but it felt like a blessing. Now, on the night of the season opener, the pressure to win and garner the respect of potential fans, not to mention get the commissioner off her back, felt like an elephant sitting on her shoulders.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“Jacey paced around her office, fingernails digging into her palms. Her heartbeat tapped out Flight of the Bumblebees. She breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth, thinking that she might throw up.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“Carter studied Jacey from the corner of his vision while he dug in his pockets for his keys. He caught glimpses of her throughout the day, but she was busy talking with potential fans. Up close, he was fascinated. In her business suits and heels, she always came across as professional and sexy as well, but in jeans, a Sinners’ T-shirt and sneakers, she looked innocent and feminine and so much… smaller.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“Madden could be a secretive pain in the ass, but he knew a lot about hockey and he could turn on the charm and win anyone over when he so wished, which wasn’t often.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“Carter looked less furious, but his gaze was far away and calculating. Anything had to beter than his looking at her like she was an opposing player.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“Reese arched his brows and Carter smiled devilishly like a kid with a good secret. He leaned his forearms on the table and savored it for a beat.

“Vaughn Junior wears Chanel Number Five and comes up to my chin in four-inch heels.”

Reese feigned a wince. “I hope to God you’re talking about a woman.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“A man stood in the doorway, solidly built and towered quite a bit over her five feet eight inches, even though she wore heels. He wore a black Las Vegas Sinners T-shirt, cargo shorts to his knees and leather flip-flops. His gelled blond spikes were styled to look unstyled and almond-shaped, hazel eyes took her in with no attempt at subtlety. A small, slashing scar at the outside corner of his left eye as well as some purple-yellow bruising under his right told her who he was. Or at least what he was. Hockey player.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly

“Change is a good thing,” Jacey whispered as she stared at the Stanley Cup Championship plaques lining the wall. They were from the eighties and the Cleveland Rockers incarnation of the current team, but still reflected hockey success.”
― Katie Kenyhercz, On the Fly