If You Want Me (Toronto Terror #2) Read Online Helena Hunting

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Toronto Terror Series by Helena Hunting
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Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
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It makes me wonder if this is how Aurora will feel about me one day. And wouldn’t that be exactly what I deserve?

CHAPTER 13

HOLLIS

“I’m so glad you said yes.” Scarlet ushers me into the penthouse apartment she’s renting.

“I figured it made sense with you in the city for a while.” I shrug out of my coat and toe off my shoes. I’m not entirely comfortable being in her personal space, but after a short back and forth, this seemed the best location to avoid ending up in the tabloids. I can’t handle hurting Aurora more than I already have by being seen with my ex the night after I kissed her. Being with Scarlet feels all kinds of wrong already.

“Hard to escape me when I’m everywhere, huh?” Her smile is both wry and impish.

“It must get old, being followed wherever you go.” The local tabloids have a daily feature, and lately, it’s been Scarlet getting her morning coffee, or highlighting her designer jacket or shoes, or who the fuck cares what else. I’m used to the fame of being a pro hockey player, but no one tails me from my home to the arena.

She waves a dismissive hand. “You sort of sign on for it in my line of work.” I follow her into the kitchen. “What can I get you? I have wine, scotch, and beer.”

“Beer is good.” I’m driving, and anything stronger would be a bad idea.

“Sure.” She opens a bottle of my preferred brand, obviously prepared. “Would you like a glass?”

“The bottle’s good.”

Her fingertips graze mine when she passes it to me. It doesn’t spark anything except more guilt.

“Thanks.” I take a long swig. “How are you handling the Canadian winter?” Yup, definitely struggling for conversation if I’m already talking about the weather.

“It’s so cold here! I don’t know how you stand it.”

“It takes some getting used to. But I travel during the worst months, so I get a lot of breaks. Can’t be easy on a California girl.”

“I shouldn’t complain. This role is incredible, and I’m thrilled to have the opportunity. Plus, I get to watch you play.” She pours herself a glass of white wine. “It’s good to see you back on the ice. How are you feeling?”

“Good. The concussion was a minor setback.”

She leads me to the living room. I sit in the corner of the couch. She takes the middle cushion and angles her body toward me. She’s wearing jeans and a cropped sweater that falls off one shoulder. Her hair is curled, and her makeup is done. She looks like she’s ready for the camera. She probably is, I realize, in case we leave her apartment together.

“You have another year left on your contract with Toronto, don’t you?”

She enunciates each syllable in the city’s name. I used to do it when I was first traded to the Terror, and Aurora found it hilarious. My chest tightens when I think about what she’s doing right now. Did she make plans with that James kid? How hurt would she be if she knew I was here?

“Hollis, are you okay?” Scarlet puts her hand on my knee.

“Just, uh…up in my head a lot lately.” I shift positions and cross one leg over the other to sever the contact.

Her smile turns empathetic. “I’m sure it must be hard, coming off an injury and then being out of the game again. But you’re back and better than ever, right? Who knows what could happen at the end of next year. Maybe you’ll wind up back in California. Or Vegas even.”

That’s unlikely. “I’m hoping Toronto will renew for a couple more years.”

“Don’t you miss the sun and the year-round nice weather?” she asks.

“I have family close by, and I’d like to finish my career here.” I love my team, I’m comfortable, and the people I care about most are close.

“It’s kind of exciting, isn’t it? You’ll only be in your mid-thirties and starting your second career. Have you given any thought to what’s next for you?”

I shrug. “I’m more focused on the game than what’s after it. How about you? Your star keeps rising.”

“The last seven years have been a whirlwind,” she admits.

“It must be a challenge having your life on display all the time.” But even as I say that, I’m not sure it is for her. Our differing views on this topic were a big part of the reason she broke it off. She welcomes the media attention. She constantly posted pictures of us when we were dating, putting our relationship on display in ways I wasn’t comfortable with.

She smiles and drops her gaze. “It can be difficult on relationships, as you know.”

“I know.” My stomach twists. Our end was public and painful. Our final fight caught on camera for the world to speculate over. It’s the reason I’m so intensely private now and also why I’ve avoided serious, public relationships.



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