Waiting to Score: A Small Town Brother's Best Friend Hockey Romance (Lake Spark Off-Season Book 1) by Evey Lyon

Waiting to Score: A Small Town Brother's Best Friend Hockey Romance (Lake Spark Off-Season Book 1) by Evey Lyon

Author:Evey Lyon [Lyon, Evey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lost Compass Press
Published: 2023-09-11T18:30:00+00:00


15

DECLAN

What have I done?

That’s what comes to my mind when I stare down at Violet sleeping in my bed like she belongs here.

It slipped out of my mouth last night that we should keep seeing one another. I can’t even blame it on a cloud of lust; it’s what I want deep down. One night wasn’t enough, one week wasn’t enough, and whatever our timestamp will be from now on, I’m not sure that it will ever be enough.

Maybe I’m in the infatuation zone.

I gently trace my finger along her arm like a feather, careful not to wake her. I’m sure she could use the rest after what went down last night.

After the bathroom tryst, it was a quick change of plans. We had our fun in the bathroom, then quickly rushed out and said goodbye to our friends to move onto other plans. Our friends seemed to have been anticipating that, as they waited for us with smirks on their faces, although they seemed slightly disappointed that we wouldn’t be joining them.

In another time, I would have been disappointed too. But I simply hate the idea of anyone watching Violet. It’s a protective wave that just comes over me whenever she’s involved. It unnerves me, as I’m not used to that.

A soft smile spreads on my lips as she snuggles closer with the pillow. Deciding that she isn’t going to wake anytime soon, I throw on some shorts and a t-shirt then head to the kitchen to grab a coffee before I sit in my home office and flip open my laptop.

I might as well go through some work emails, because there are a lot. Between marketing, strategy, coaching staff, and a calendar that is getting filled with so many appointments, I’m getting drowned in the business.

My feet don’t even get to touch the ice for any of it. At least I was able to help at Ford’s summer camp, that gave me a few hours at the rink.

Pulling up the search bar, I type in my name to click on a few highlights of my old games. It’s not so bad watching your past life.

That is until a voice points out the obvious. “Sending yourself into a bout of depression?” Violet walks into my office, wearing my shirt. I didn’t leave one out, but I like that she dug through my drawer as if she owns the place.

I open my arm to invite her to sit on my lap. “You caught me. I should probably find a documentary on owning a team or something.”

She slides right onto my lap, with her palm pressing against my chest. “Probably, but you do things your own way. Are you at least excited for your new adventure? I mean, sometimes I wonder.”

“It’s the next best thing to playing,” I say honestly.

“Not coaching?”

I snicker a sound. “You know what I’m going to say, right?”

Violet shakes her head, oblivious.

“There is a hierarchy with a team, and owner trumps coach. I want to be on top.



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