One More Shot (Hometown Players #1) by Victoria Denault

Author:Victoria Denault [Denault, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00US1SWLA
Publisher: Forever Yours
Published: 2015-06-01T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Jessie

I’m making my way out of this place and away from Jordan’s sexy, sweaty body and intense, sultry stare. Watching him out there, doing what he was born to do, what I’ve watched him do his whole life, was…hot. More than that, it brought up all the feelings I had for him when I used to watch him in high school, like adoration and attraction. And those warm feelings began to war inside me with the cold reminder of why they went away in the first place. It was too much. I needed to get away. I need to clear my head and think, but I’ll be damned if I can find the goddamn door I came in. There’s a whole bunch of other exits, but none marked 14B, which is the one I’m looking for. I don’t want to try a different one in case I get even more lost.

As I follow the curving hallway, I hear a lot of rowdy male voices and I falter. It’s got to be Jordan and the team coming off the ice. I spin and start walking in the opposite direction.

“Jessica?”

I know the voice, but it’s not Jordan. He doesn’t call me Jessica unless he’s joking or trying to annoy me. I spin around and find Chance standing there in a slim-fitting charcoal suit, deep purple tie loosened just slightly at his neck. There’s a guy behind him with a camera and he’s holding a microphone. I realize he must have been doing an interview with a player. His ice-blue eyes are smiling at me as he hands the microphone to the camera guy and tells him he’ll meet him upstairs.

“I have to say I’m surprised to see you here,” he says once we’re alone.

Awkwardly, I blurt, “I’m working.”

I know what he’s thinking—that I’m here because of Jordy. And in a way I am, just not in the way he must think.

“I don’t care why you’re here. I just want a hug.”

I hesitate. But then I remember how cool he turned out to be back in Silver Bay after the funeral. I hadn’t wanted him there, but when I burst into tears and started bawling after Jordy stormed out, it was nice to have someone to hug me. And that’s all he’d done. Hugged me and told me it would be okay.

When I’d calmed down, we’d actually talked. A couple years ago, Chance had found me on Facebook, and I’d accepted his friendship. We sent a few emails, catching up on each other’s lives, but that trip to Silver Bay was the first time we’d had a long, in-person conversation since high school. He told me about how hard it was to not make the NHL but how much he was enjoying his job covering games as a reporter. And he apologized for what had happened with Amber. I told him about my job in Seattle and assured him the Amber thing was old news. I appreciated his apology but I’d forgiven him long ago.

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