Not a Player (Laketown Hockey Book 1) by A.J. Wynter

Author:A.J. Wynter [Wynter, A.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance
Publisher: AJ Wynter
Published: 2020-07-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21 – Kane

Puffy marshmallow clouds bumbled their way across the sky, and I played with Jessie’s hair as she slept on my chest. This girl was different. This girl jumped into the lake in her clothes to save me. Her breaths were slow and rhythmic and even though my arm had fallen asleep at least half an hour earlier, I couldn’t bring myself to disturb her.

I was content letting the boat drift while holding Jessie in my arms. She was wrong, there really wasn’t a good reason why we shouldn’t be together. Screw the hockey bro-code. Dylan was probably going to get kicked off the team anyway. Jessie Moss and I belonged together, and I would prove it to her.

I let my eyes fall shut for what I thought was just a moment, but when I opened them again, the puffy clouds had been replaced with angry dark I’m going to rain the fuck all over you clouds.

I told her everything was going to be okay and then glanced around. Lake Casper was about thirty miles across at its widest point and somehow, we had drifted into the middle. I scanned the distant shoreline for any defining markers, anything that would tell me which direction I needed to head – and fast. Glancing at the sky didn’t help, the sun was long gone, and a flash of heat lighting flickered high in the atmosphere.

“Come on, Jessie, get under here,” I pulled up the bikini top, snapped it into place, and started the engine. The lighthouse at the north end of the lake flashed in my peripheral vision. Thank God, I thought to myself and turned the boat southbound, gunning the engine. The rain line chased us down the lake, inching closer and closer by the second. The wakeboard boat wasn’t meant for high speed runs across choppy water and it was a rough ride, but once we were in the channel, the waves subsided but the rain didn’t stop her chase and finally caught us. The first few drops plopped heavily onto the windshield of the boat before the monsoon unleashed its fury directly on top of us. Sheets of rain danced on the lake and rain battered the windshield like wet ball bearings.

Jessie turned to me; her green eyes vibrant in all of the gray. “This is awesome,” she grinned.

“So are you,” I said under my breath.

Back in the shelter of the boathouse, Jessie hopped out of the boat and quickly tied the lines. “Nice knot,” I pointed to her expertly tied daisy chain.

“My dad was a marine mechanic,” she smiled. “I used to help him at work and sometimes I pumped gas at the marina.”

“You’ve never pumped gas for me.” I gathered up our wet clothes and squeezed the water from them into the open water of the boathouse slip.

“How do you know that?”

My t-shirt clung tightly to her small body in all the right places. As she stepped out of the boat, I was a gentleman

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