Wrong Score: An Age Gap Hockey Romance by Kenna King

Author:Kenna King [King, Kenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-12-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Rowan

I sit down with a sigh at Serendipity's, the café busy with people coming in to get their caffeine and sugar fix, and I’m no exception.

An email comes through from Charles. I already know what he wants.

Rowan, I need an update on the Bex story, ASAP! Or do you need me to take you off this story and put someone else who can do it?

Best regards,

Charles Albright

His email threatens to ruin my appetite for lunch with the girls. If Charles take me off this story, kissing the promotion goodbye will be the least of my worries. I’ll be looking at a demotion, or even worse, looking for a new job. And with Charles being a big fish in the media pond around here, it could hurt my chances at getting another job in sports journalism—or any reporting job, for that matter.

It’s the perfect place to unwind with the girls, a little pocket of warmth where laughter and friendship thrive. It’s been two weeks since that gala night with Bex, a whirlwind of a night that’s left me with enough moments to replay in my mind. But after a few lingering glances from my spot on the stadium seating behind him for the last couple of weeks, there hasn’t been a single word uttered about the night in the limo. Even during last week's out of town games, Bex has been polite but distant in a different way than usual.

As I settle in with my coffee, Keely, Autumn, Cammy and Penelope slide into the booth, all smiles and chatter. Autumn’s the first to notice my distracted expression, her brows knitting together. “What’s up with you, Ro? You look like you’re a thousand miles away.”

I force a smile, not wanting to dampen the mood. “Just thinking,” I reply, taking a sip of my latte. “It’s been a busy couple of weeks.”

Keely nods, shaking out a hand. “Tell me about it. The guys are all coming in more regularly for therapy. My hands are killing me.”

Penelope nods in understanding, her eyes sympathetic. “Speaking of injured players, how are things going with you and Reeve?” she asks gently.

Keely bites her lip, hesitating for a moment before she speaks. “Better since I opened up to him about my dad contacting me. He’s been so worried that I’m going to break things off because I’m worried about his career,” she admits, her voice soft. “He wants me to come clean with Sam and Phil and find a way to put this behind us. And he wants to do it this week.”

A hush falls over our table as we take in her words. I reach across, my hand finding hers, giving it a supportive squeeze. “That’s a big step, Keely,” I say gently. “And a brave one.”

Autumn sitting next to her, reaches over, taking her other hand. “We’re here for you and we’ll go with you to talk to Sam if you want. I think you’re going to feel relieved to get this out in the open and move on.

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