Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 155203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 776(@200wpm)___ 621(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 776(@200wpm)___ 621(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
“I’m sure they mean no harm. I bet they just want you to be a role model for other kids like you,” I point out. “Guys who might still be too afraid to come out. That’s not a bad thing.”
“I get it. But like I said, just more pressure. How did you feel before your Worlds?”
“Scared shitless. And, dude, trust me, I know what it’s like to have your talent take the back seat. I played one of the best games of my life, and the only thing people remember is I broke some guy’s jaw in the locker room.”
“Yeah,” he says wryly.
I clap him on the shoulder. “You got this, Pope. Try not to focus on all the noise.”
“Thanks, Ryder.”
He heads off and I walk into the lobby. I notice the bright red flowers in the planters near the main desk, and when the security guy isn’t looking, I nonchalantly pluck one of the scarlet blooms and keep walking. Then I search on my phone, grinning to myself.
Ten minutes later, Gigi walks into the hot tub area, wearing the Speedo that never fails to make me burn for her.
I stick out the flower. “Here.”
She sighs. “Oh God. I’m scared to ask, but…what international day is it?”
“National Cotton Candy Day. Seemed like one you’d celebrate.”
She releases that melodic, feminine laugh, and I pretend it doesn’t affect me when the truth is, everything about her does.
We settle on opposite ends of the hot tub, as the jets swirl the water around us in a foamy eddy. We both know what’ll happen if we sit too close together, and for once we’re on our best behavior.
“I really thought I’d hear something about Team USA by now,” Gigi grumbles. “Like, why did Dustin bother hyping me up in Maine, telling me I had nothing to worry about, if they weren’t planning on contacting me soon?”
“I know it’s frustrating, but you need to have more patience,” I advise. “I remember it took forever when they were putting together the World Juniors team.” I lick a drop of moisture off my top lip. “I think the more important question right now is—what are we gonna do about Colson? I keep going back and forth about whether we should tell him about us.”
Her features strain. “You guys are really starting to get along, huh?”
“We are. I like him,” I say begrudgingly.
She grins. “That was painful, wasn’t it?”
“Very.” I pause. “I don’t know, though. Maybe we shouldn’t say anything to him yet. This last month has proven that camaraderie is what the team needed. I can’t fuck that up.”
“So let’s keep it on the down-low for a while longer.” She sounds relieved.
The timer beeps, and we towel off, slip into our flip-flops, and move to the sauna. Afterward, stepping back into the corridor is the most refreshing feeling, the normal temperature instantly cooling my face.
Gigi’s face is still flushed from the steam. She looks so pretty, gray eyes sparkling and cheeks rosy, that I forget where we are. I lean down and kiss her.
The tip of her tongue touches mine when someone clears their throat and we jump apart.
It’s Coach Jensen.
Shit.
“Graham. Ryder,” he greets us warily.
She jerks away from me, not at all discreetly. “Coach,” she says with a nod of greeting. “Um. I need to grab a shower and change. Good night.”
Then she dashes away.
Coach watches her fleeing form, then shifts his gaze back to me. I resist the urge to close my eyes so I don’t have to face that scowl of condemnation.
“You really want to go there?” he asks, dragging a hand over his salt-and-pepper buzz cut. The guy’s hairline looks the same as it does in pictures of him in the lobby from twenty years ago.
When I don’t respond, he sighs.
“These fucking guys always thinking with their dicks,” he mutters to himself. “Can I just have one season where this shit doesn’t happen?”
“It’s more than…whatever you think it is,” I finally say.
He looks unconvinced.
“We’re together. There’s, ah, feelings involved.”
Goddamn feelings. How did it even get to this point? I thought I would fuck her a few times and we’d both be on our way. Now, the idea of never seeing her smile at me again feels like someone ripping my heart out of my chest.
“All I can say is, tread carefully. Don’t do anything to hurt the team.”
“I’m trying not to. Look, you know we had a rough start, but I’ve been doing what I can to change that. Colson and I have been trying to unite everyone.”
“I’ve noticed,” Jensen acknowledges.
“So then you know that the last thing I want to do is screw that up.” I shrug, a tad helplessly. “I didn’t plan for this.”
He lets out another heavy breath. “Look. Kid. I don’t give a shit about other people’s lives. I only care about a few things. My wife, my daughters, my grandkids. And my men. Once they leave Briar, that doesn’t change. They still belong to me, you understand?” He nods in the direction Gigi went. “Her father is like a son to me, which means she’s like a grandkid to me. Which means don’t fuck around.”