A Gold Christmas by Elise Faber

Author:Elise Faber [Faber, Elise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781637490471
Publisher: Elise Faber

Chapter Five

Brit

He was behind her net.

It was funny how she could always feel his gaze on her, how it was a warm and comforting weight. No judgment if a puck went in the net. But worry in his eyes if she took a hit. A smile, a small nod if she made a good save.

When he’d been on the team, he’d always tapped her pads with his stick after the whistle. Now, she felt those taps when he caught her gaze through the glass.

But it had been two months—almost three!—since they’d filled out their foster parent application, the same amount of time since they’d selected an adoption agency, and they heard . . . crickets.

Nothing.

No additional requests for paperwork.

Well, that wasn’t a hundred percent true. They’d had an interview and a home inspection right after both applications were in.

But nothing since.

Their lawyer said, in this case, no news was good news. They hadn’t been rejected from becoming foster parents, everything was just in process via that course, and the adoption agency just hadn’t matched them with anyone yet. But . . . here, they’d been worried about what might happen if both fronts had worked out, how they’d manage with a full house and knowing it would be awesome, even as they’d patted themselves on the back, thinking themselves so smart for working from multiple angles, especially when they’d be happy with either route. And instead . . . disappointment.

“You’re being ridiculous, Plantain,” she muttered to herself, skating a loop behind the back of the net to stretch her legs. “It hasn’t even been three months. These things take time.” She knew that. Their lawyer and the agencies had warned them. Their research had confirmed the fact.

It was just . . . patience wasn’t her strong suit.

And Stefan was so fucking good, so freaking supportive and amazing. He was patient, was trying to put on a good show, pretending he wasn’t worried or anxious about starting their family, and meanwhile, she could feel that impulse roiling under the surface of his skin.

Dammit.

She wanted to solve it for him.

She wanted to make him as happy as he made her and—

The whistle blew. She sucked in a breath as the players lined up, readied herself in the net, and focused.

The puck dropped.

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