Crossing the Goal Line by Kim Findlay

Author:Kim Findlay
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-12-11T19:56:28+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

BRIDGET TOOK A look in the mirror. The sisters had been right: she had needed a new dress. Here it was, two weeks later and she was already wearing it again. She thought she was looking good, and she was feeling good as well, thanks to one gray-eyed goalie. She made her way to the hotel lobby with a smile on her face.

It was the last night of the Atlanta swimming conference, with a traditional wrap-up dinner. Except for missing Mike, Bridget had enjoyed the event. She’d learned a lot, as usual, and she’d been able to spend time with the usual suspects: a group of young coaches she didn’t run into during her regular season, many of whom she’d competed with. Connor Treadwell was one of those. They were sharing the same table at the dinner.

For once, though, she wasn’t dreaming about him. Instead, she’d been checking her phone for messages from Mike. The Blaze were playing tonight, with a chance to clinch a playoff spot, so she was eager to find out how the game went.

If she’d only known all those years ago that ignoring Connor was the best way to get his attention.

She was chatting at the table after the dinner when her phone started playing the Hockey Night in Canada theme—Mike’s ringtone. She dug into her bag, but as she pulled out her phone, someone reached over her shoulder and grabbed it out of her hand.

Connor held the phone up. “What do you think? Should we check out this guy who keeps calling Bridget?”

Bridget turned and glared at him. He wasn’t looking so good to her now. “Give that back!”

Connor instead pressed the answer button. “Bridget’s phone. Who’s calling please?”

After a pause, Connor responded. “I don’t know, Mike. Bridget is busy. And I think we’d all like to know a little more about you. Is it true that you are in fact a professional hockey player, as Bridget claims?”

Bridget flushed. Connor was making it sound like she’d been bragging about Mike. And he made it perfectly apparent that he thought she was lying, too. Had she really been infatuated with this clown?

“Oh,” said Connor. “A picture would be lovely.” He turned to the crowd around the table, plainly thinking he was being hilarious. “There’s going to be a real picture folks. Since Bridget has been so shy with showing us...” He trailed off as the text popped up on the screen. He swiped to the picture.

Connor’s mouth tightened, and his cheeks reddened. He tossed the phone to Bridget. “Guy has no sense of humor.”

Bridget couldn’t help but laugh out loud as soon as she saw Mike’s photo.

He had obviously called as soon as the game ended. He was in the locker room, sweaty and wearing only a towel. She thought he looked incredible. Connor was proud of his body, but Mike could give him a run for his money in a best abs contest. There was a defenseman on each side of Mike, similarly appareled.

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