Having her here at my game is a high I’ve never experienced. Seeing her in my jersey made my heart beat irregularly for a few moments. Having that moment with her before the game started was stupid, but there was nothing I could do to stop myself.
“Really think that was a good idea, Boss? You said you wanted to keep her under wraps for now, and you know that’s already all over the TV and internet,” Slate reminds me through our link.
It wasn’t a good idea, but I wasn’t thinking. It just happened. f**k.
If I thought it was a bad idea before, I’m really kicking myself when I see who’s glaring at me from across the rink.
FUCK! All men turn to me, ready to fight, just by the tone of my voice alone.
Barely moving, I tip my head in the direction of the problem.
Standing against the railing
