Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Born ready,” he confirms before taking off.
I watch after him, realising he truly is ready. He skates past Bobby and they give each other a nod, whereas in any other situation they would be fist bumping and jumping around like a bunch of dickheads, but here, it’s important for the fans that they put on a show.
I can’t help but feel that this is exactly where Jax was meant to be, just like the rest of the team, only there’s something special about being able to share the ice with the kid and I can’t wait to do it for the rest of the season and hopefully, many more seasons to come.
The start of the game is called and the players get into position. I stand front and center, right before the opposition, waiting for the ref to drop the puck. I look over to the team’s box and find Elle watching on in absolute excitement and the look in her eye spurs me on.
The puck is dropped and it’s on.
Chapter 18
Elle
Holy shit. This game is fucking epic.
I've been here for hours already, checking over all the player's files who have current injuries and familiarising myself with any players who have on-going injuries just to be safe. I can't afford to make any stuff-ups today. Come the end of each period, I need to be on the ball, ready for anything that could come my way, after-all, ice hockey is known to be a brutal sport.
Which that fact alone has my nerves riding high. I know Logan is used to taking a beating on the ice as you can’t be the captain of a professional team without escaping a beating by the opposition every now and then, and to be honest, by how good he seems to be, he’s probably the one who hands people their asses during the games but it still has me freaking out that he could get hurt.
His whole family sits above us in the grandstand and it’s great to see them here, not that I’ll have a chance to really say hi tonight but over the past few weeks I’ve been able to get to know them a bit better and I feel as though I’ve slotted straight in. Which kind of makes me regret not getting to know Cass during college, I hadn’t even known Bri went there which just tells me how self-absorbed I’ve been over the past few years.
My whole outlook on life has completely changed since getting to know Logan. There's no other way to explain it but to say that he has pretty much freed me from myself. I had told him a few weeks ago that I was falling in love with him but after the past few weeks together, there's no doubt in my mind that I'm already there. I am one-hundred percent, madly and truly in love with the big boofhead and I wouldn't have it any other way.
We’re only a few minutes into the game and it has completely drawn me in. The guys are on fire. It’s fast-paced and scary as hell at the same time. Logan instantly stole the show as he scooped the puck up and showed me the exact reason why he has been captain of this team for so long.
The guys instantly fell in with him. Some of them moved around him and went on the defense, others skated up beside him, ready for if he needed to pass the puck but that's not what really caught my eye.
What has the drool running down my chin is the way he moves across the ice. His eyes are sharp as if he knows where each and every player is on the ice at all times. He’s fast, strong and deadly. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
I also didn’t expect it to be so damn loud in here. I swear, I must be the only person on this planet who had no idea what to expect out of this game tonight but I am so freaking happy to be here.
I pull my shit together and force myself to concentrate on the players rather than the sexy beast dominating the ice. I need to be on my game tonight, ready and prepared if there are any injuries I need to get my hands on.
I met out new senior therapist, Kate, yesterday and I swear, she must be the most annoying person I have ever met, all she wants to do is chat, which, yes, it’s nice to chat every now and then but all freaking day long was just too much, she’s nice and all but all I wanted to do was get my work done then get home to screw the brains out of my sexy as hell boyfriend.
Fuck. Boyfriend. I still can’t get used to calling him that but I’m so damn happy he is. He is absolutely amazing.