Game On by Nancy Warren

Author:Nancy Warren [Warren, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, General
ISBN: 9781472046895
Google: MXdBAgAAQBAJ
Amazon: 0373797893
Barnesnoble: 0373797893
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-01-20T18:30:00+00:00

13

ADAM SKATED HARD. His lungs were burning; his legs were burning. Before he slammed the puck, he pictured a freakin’ happy face painted on it and the adrenaline rush sent the puck flying past the startled goalie and into the net so hard it got pushed out of position.

“Good. Do it again,” the coach yelled.

They set up the breakout drill again, transitioning from defense to offense. Dylan and Max set him up and once more he nailed the puck.

“Hey, Shawnigan,” Dylan yelled, “you keep that up and the cup’s ours this year.”

He nodded. Wiped sweat off his face. Skated a few times around the rink for the hell of it and finally clomped off the ice as they changed lines. He chugged water. His cell phone shrilled.

Call display told him it was Serena. Gut instinct told him there was trouble.

“Where are you?” he barked into the phone, anxious to get to her.

“I’m at home.” Her voice sounded as if she was barely holding on to control. He could hear a tremor. “Adam, he got into my apartment.”

He jumped to his feet, forgot his skates were still on his feet and almost toppled. “He there now?”

“No. He—he left me another message. It was—it was in my bed.”

“Don’t move. I’ll be right there.”

“I—I don’t think I can move,” she said.

“Hang on. Just hang on.”

He dragged off his skates, shoved them in his bag, jammed his feet into sneakers and ran. How could he have been so stupid? He never should have left her alone, not when some maniac was out to get her. Never.

“What’s up?” Vaguely he was aware of Dylan running behind him.

He didn’t turn. “Serena. I’ll call when I can.”

He broke every speed limit, tore through red lights, screamed to a halt in front of her building and jumped out. Ran to her front door. Buzzed her code.

“Yes?” Her voice sounded tentative.

“Serena, it’s me. Adam.”

“Come up.”

Never had an elevator taken so long to rise. He reached her floor, sprinted down the hall. Banged on her door. Ducked a little to make sure his face was level with her peephole.

The door opened. She stood there, pale but holding it together.

He pulled her to his chest and hugged her long and hard.

“What happened?” he asked at last, reluctantly letting go of her.

“I didn’t touch it.” She led the way to her bedroom and he followed.

He could see where she’d flipped back the coverlet of her bed. On the pillow was another hand-drawn smiley face. This one had a detail added that hadn’t been on the face on the door earlier.

In this drawing the smiley-face mouth dripped red droplets of blood made by a red crayon.

Seeing her reaction to the thing, he once more pulled her to his chest and held tight.

“You still have all your padding on,” she protested, but she clung to him anyway.

“All I had time to take off was my skates.”

“I can’t believe he was here. Inside my home. I feel so violated.”

“How did he get in?”

“I don’t know.

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