Rookie Move by Sarina Bowen

Author:Sarina Bowen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2016-08-04T17:26:00+00:00

SIXTEEN

Georgia spent ten long hours at the rink, but the day only got more exciting after the photo shoot.

After another nail-biter of an afternoon, her father had put Leo on the game card. Then Leo did it—he scored his first NHL goal.

It was the third period of the game, which was tied 2–2. Coach had switched up the lines midgame—probably trying to keep their opponent from getting too comfortable with their offensive style. Leo was skating with Bayer and O’Doul, who got a breakaway. The captain couldn’t find his shot, though, with both the opponent’s defensemen suddenly in his face. So he’d crossed the puck backwards to Leo.

Who snapped it right past the goalie’s elbow into the net.

Georgia had practically gone hoarse from screaming. Not that Leo could hear her all the way up in the press box. When she came to her senses, she pulled up a document of Leo’s bio and minor league stats. With shaking fingers, she’d e-mailed it to every journalist on the premises.

In the hallway after the game, they’d all stuck their microphones into Leo’s face. Their camera spotlights illuminated his sweaty, victorious expression. “How does it feel to sink your first NHL goal?” the journos had asked.

“It feels like pulling a win over Arizona,” he’d said.

Not only had he scored the winning goal, his soundbite was humble and supportive of the rest of the team. He really was the perfect man.

Georgia hadn’t even spoken to her father after the game, for fear of saying something that sounded exactly like a giddy teenager. So she went back to her hotel room alone. She put on a Bruisers T-shirt and pink flannel pants and got into bed. But she was too buzzed to sleep. Her head and her heart were too full to do anything but relive the day.

She couldn’t even call Becca because it was already midnight, and the poor girl would be asleep. She sat back against the upholstered headboard, hugged her knees to her chest, and groaned. How did people fall asleep on nights like this? Was counting sheep passé? Had Nate come up with an app to solve this problem yet?

There was a light knocking sound on the wall beside her head. Tap. Tap. Georgia held her breath, listening. Then it came again, this time in a familiar rhythm. Shave-and-a-haircut.

Georgia reached up to finish the pattern: two bits.

Her phone rang a second later. It was Leo calling.

She answered at a whisper. “Hi.”

“Hi. Everything okay? I heard you groan.”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly.

“Yeah? Then was it a good kind of groan?”

She laughed. “No! Mind out of the gutter, Mr. Trevi.”

“Mmm,” he said, his voice roughened. “That’s too bad, because I’m laying here naked, groaning your name.”

The hair stood up on Georgia’s arms, and she suddenly felt warm all the way to the center. “Leo!” she scolded.

“Kidding!” He chuckled. “I’m watching sports highlights on TV, actually.”

“Geez!” she squealed, embarrassed.

He laughed. “I’m sorry! I could make it happen for real. Come over here.”

“No way.” She gave a little shiver at the idea.

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