Rebounding: A Fresh Start Hockey Romance (Portland Icehawks Book 1) by Jami Davenport

Author:Jami Davenport [Davenport, Jami]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cedrona Enterprises
Published: 2022-06-22T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

PARKING GARAGE

~~Dash~~

I should’ve gone home, but I dawdled around the practice facility, watched video of our next opponent, and did another light workout. Glancing at the time, I was certain Everly’s meeting would be near the end. I wandered to the parking garage, located her car, and settled in to wait. Did this qualify as stalker status?

Restless with excitement, I was convinced she’d nail the presentation as she had the last few times we’d gone over it. I didn’t wait long before I saw her familiar figure emerge from the interior of the complex, dressed in what I liked to call her free-spirit dress.

She walked straight toward me, hesitant at first, but as she got closer, I saw alarm and then recognition in her eyes. I grinned, but she didn’t grin back. Devastation clouded her eyes, and she blinked rapidly.

Damn.

She was near tears. Her lower lip quivered. And she faltered. I did what any good friend would do. I held out my arms, and she stumbled into them. Wrapping her in my embrace, I held her close. She clung to me like a drowning person clings to the side of a lifeboat. Her small body shook with sobs, and her tears left a wet patch on the shoulder of my T-shirt. I didn’t give a shit.

I held her close. Shudders ran through her body, and my T-shirt was soaked. I let her get the tears out of her system, knowing any words right now would probably not be of much comfort. The weird thing was that I needed her as much as she needed me right now. It felt so good to be someone’s shoulder to cry on, someone’s strength, someone’s dependable support. I’d forgotten so much about a partnership with another because the last few years of my marriage had been anything but. We’d existed together, and that’d been the extent of it all.

She wiped her face on my T-shirt and, still sniffling, lifted her head. Her red-rimmed and tear-filled eyes held mine captive. I had this overwhelming urge to do the very thing I shouldn’t. I wanted to kiss those tears away, to comfort her, to be here for her any way she’d allow.

She hiccupped a final time and gazed up at me with such a stricken expression, I knew I had to kiss her and make her forget everything but me.

She read my mind and met me halfway. Before I knew what was happening, we were kissing each other. Soft and gentle, exploring, experiencing something deeper than I ever recalled experiencing with a woman. I lost myself in the kiss, closed my eyes, and allowed myself to just feel, nothing more. No judgments, no regrets, no worries.

Just feel.

She slid her hands up my chest and across my shoulders until she threaded her fingers in strands of my hair. I deepened the kiss, keeping it gentle, and she responded, somehow perfectly in tune to my needs and desires. A brief image of having sex with her crossed

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