Breathe: Breakers Hockey #7 by Elise Faber

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

Twenty-Five

Eva

Despite having to rush up the stairs and bursting into the booth with sweat on her top lip and wheezing from her sudden—and unwelcome—burst of exercise (those fucking stairs), she managed to get herself composed and sweat-free before the broadcast began.

And watching the way that Theo had recovered, was jumping in on the plays, skating hard and using that big hockey brain of his, buoyed her.

The tightness in her belly dissipated.

She could watch the game and participate in the conversation and be witty and smart and kill it doing her dream job.

Because that hug had helped her too.

That conversation, the way Theo had trusted her…it had healed a wound deep in her heart.

He trusted her.

He trusted her.

Knowing she was smiling like an idiot and that her coworkers probably thought it was from Mark telling her what a great job she’d done—in front of everyone!—she pushed up from her chair, waited as they removed her mic. Her smile wasn’t just from Mark’s accolades. It also wasn’t just being satisfied with her own performance, with trusting her own instincts, or even with the Breakers putting in a decisive win down on the rink below.

It was also…Theo.

Her heart did a little flippy-flop, and her belly fluttered.

She liked him—liked him more and more as she got to know him.

“Thanks, everyone!” she called once her mic was off and she’d retrieved her purse and cell. She pushed out of the door, headed for the back staircase that would lead down to ice level and the underground parking garage, showing her badge to the security guard at the top and moving down at a much slower pace than four hours before.

She’d just reached the bottom when her cell rang.

She stepped to the side, avoiding the flow of people—staff and equipment guys, cleaners and trainers, security and players and coaches from both teams. It was always busy down here after a game, and she didn’t want to get accidentally checked into a concrete wall.

Snorting to herself—knowing she was a dork and would also be happy to be checked in any way by a certain hot hockey player—she managed to drag her cell from the depths of her purse and saw that Dommie was calling.

Her sis was a pain in the ass.

But she was also the best.

Calling her after every game to hype her up.

Grinning, she swiped, put it up to her ear, and said, “Hey, babe, I’m not ready for my postgame compliments yet. I need to get to my car—”

And maybe to the locker room for “content.”

Yup, she was saying that with quotes, because she would use it for content, but also…a certain hot hockey player.

“Evie—”

Eva froze, the nickname not one that Dommie had used in years, the tone one that she hadn’t heard since—

“What is it?” she asked, worry sitting like a ten-ton brick in her stomach.

“Mom—”

That ten-ton brick doubled in size. No quadrupled.

Her knees went wobbly, and she leaned heavily against the wall. “What?” she asked again when Dommie didn’t go on.

“I came home,

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