Cross Check Quotes

“I’ve been having the time of my life since the moment she sat at my table and ordered that slice of key lime pie”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“I don’t want to be sweet. I want to be her fucking demise.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“A- No matter what happens with Baltimore”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“Being your friend is the greatest honor of my life”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“He’s my favorite person in the world”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“Every day with her is the best day of my life”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“I appreciate you”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“I wish I had a time machine”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“He’s the most devastating, gut-wrenching part of my existence. I despise myself for walking into that Italian restaurant the first night we met, because now I’m staring at a man I can’t have while knowing no one else will ever be good enough. “Right. Yeah.” I bob my head. A tear falls down my cheek, and Grant wipes it away with his knuckles. “It is very late.” “Why the tears?” he murmurs. “What aren’t you telling me?” I don’t want you to go, but I know you can’t stay. This was only supposed to be a crush, not a full-fledged adoration of another human being. I’ll always pick you.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“I’m optimistic to a fault”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“Would you wait for her?” Emmy asks”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“You’re going to look ridiculous,” I say. “I know. But at least I get to be there with you.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“If pancakes make you happy”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“I’ve never been in love, but it can’t feel much different from this.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“Every day I get to spend with her is the best day ever,”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“I’ve worked damn hard to get here, and I’m proud of how far I’ve come.” “I’ll say. You’re a legend, Green. It’s cool to see the impact you’re having.” I almost trip when I glance his way. “What do you mean?” “Between you and Emmy, women and young girls are coming to games. They’re wearing jerseys and picking up the sport. I hope we see more women in the NHL—not just in office positions, but on the ice. It would be great if we could diversify the sport too.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“I should get going. Sorry for almost knocking you out.” “No need to apologize. Glad I was in the right place at the right time. Here’s a thought: What if I run in the same direction, but five feet away? Technically, we’re not running together.” I should tell him no. My brain is screaming at me to walk away, but he’s smiling in that goofy way I remember.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“Your skating looks better from the last time our teams matched up. Your movements are controlled, and you’re more explosive in the offensive zone.” “Holy shit. Really? Thank you. That’s a high compliment coming from you. I know your gameplay tends to be offense oriented. I’ve been working on my speed and precision in practice. A game environment is totally different from a scrimmage, obviously, but I appreciate you noticing and—” Grant runs a hand through his sweat-soaked hair. A soft chuckle tumbles out of him. “I’m rambling. Sorry.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“When we’re alone, I shift on my feet. Grant clears his throat and looks at his skates. “So, how did⁠—” “Your skating has⁠—” We both break off and he laughs, the deep sound filling the space around us. Comforting and full. A life well-lived. That’s the best way to describe it.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“Careful in my heels, I step out of the player’s box and onto the ice. I don’t know why I’m not heading to the locker room. I don’t know why I’m moving in the direction of the Stars’ bench where Grant is chatting with a woman wearing a team polo, but before I fully realize it’s happening, I’m in front of him. He’s jumping off the ledge he’s sitting on and pinning me with a sharp gaze, as if he was waiting for me. Finally, the look says. It took you long enough. “Coach Green,” he says. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. “Good game tonight.” “Sarcasm doesn’t look good on you, Everett,” I answer. “But winning sure does.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“Three minutes with her were worth more than the check in my pocket.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“I just don’t like losing to Brody Saunders. Seeing him smile is a creepy.” “He definitely wins as the league’s grumpiest asshole.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“I keep my attention on the controlled breakouts Jude jotted down rather than who might be in the lineup for DC tonight. Focusing on the blue-to-blue stretch he designed is easy until I feel attention on me. Heavy, persistent. Fucking unrelenting. My body moves without permission. I lift my chin. My gaze bounces to where Grant is leaning against his stick and grinning my way. Without breaking eye contact, he straightens. He tosses me a wink then sails a perfect backhand shot into the empty net. Asshole.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“I want to be the best I can for her.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“She’s beautiful all the time”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“Grant, annoyingly, fits none of those molds. Nothing about him screams hockey player. If I ran into him on the street, I wouldn’t even believe he was a professional athlete. He’s an enigma who will be in my periphery for the next ten to twelve years, and I don’t know if I like it. “Amelia? Are you okay?” Sienna asks. Her question helps me blink out of the fog I’ve found myself in. It’s a haze made up of messy hair, a sharp jawline and a lazy smile, and I touch the pulse point on the inside of my wrist to make sure my heart isn’t beating too fast.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“Hearing Miller’s name is a reminder I’ll be in the same arena as Grant Everett in two days. He might follow me on social media, but I haven’t heard a peep out of him since our last matchup three months ago. No comments, no messages. Not so much as a like on any of the posts I’ve shared. The silence is good. Great, really, because I don’t know where a conversation with him would lead. He’s intriguing and gives off the air of not like the other guys. It’s not a bad thing, but rather really fucking confusing.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“Three months. Six days. Seventeen hours. I’m counting down the seconds until our next meeting. Amelia Green is under my skin now, and I’m in no hurry for her to leave.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“Can’t wait until we meet again, Amelia.” “Coach Green,” she says, and, yeah. I’m not too proud to admit my entire body flushes hot at the shift in her tone. “When we’re on the ice, it’s Coach Green.” “Guess I’ll save Amelia for the next Italian restaurant I find you in,” I toss back, and I want to pump my fist when she almost trips. Point, me. “See you soon, Coach.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check

“You’re confusing.” Amelia grabs a stick that was left behind, adding it to the pile she’s holding. “You’re nicer than I thought you’d be.” “We really kicked your asses out there tonight. Your Stanley Cup reign won’t last more than a season.” It’s hard to fight off a smile. “Was that mean enough for you?” “Better.”
― Chelsea Curto, Cross Check