Slap Shot: A Marriage of Convenience Hockey Romance by Maria Luis

Author:Maria Luis [Luis, Maria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Alkmini Books, LLC
Published: 2024-10-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Weston

In unspoken agreement, I follow Daisy back to her place after the meeting.

She lives in a collection of old, turn-of-the-century brownstones a few blocks over from the Pru, one of the tallest skyscrapers in Boston’s skyline. It’s not the first apartment that she’s rented here in the city—after her move from Hartford, she lived in a tiny studio in Dorchester—but it’s by far the nicest. Round-the-clock concierge service, an elevator that keeps her from lugging groceries up five flights of stairs, and—her favorite amenity—access to a parking garage so she’s not battling it out on the streets of Back Bay in the middle of a Nor’easter.

I can’t help but wonder how long she’ll last with rent. I’d offer to cover it for her, but I like my nuts exactly where they are—attached to my body.

When she merges onto Storrow Drive, completely bypassing the turn for the Pike, I let out a small groan. Only Daisy would be willing to sit through an obscene amount of bumper-to-bumper traffic to avoid driving on the highway. It’s one of her quirks. Sort of like how she can’t stomach the taste of milk when it’s within three days of its expiration date—even though the smell hasn’t gone sour yet—or how, whenever we watch a new show together, she spends half the time researching production instead of, you know, enjoying the show.

I know way more about Lord of the Rings lore than I’ve actually seen play out on the screen.

Which is why I know that something is off with her.

She walked out of that conference room without once glancing back, her posture stiff, her eyes downcast. If she could, I bet she’d hit up the rink in Watertown to get some skating in but since one of the employees sold us out to the tabloids, I doubt she’ll risk turning up there again anytime soon.

Maybe it makes me overprotective, but I call her—or try to, at any rate. I’m intercepted by an incoming call, one that I’d prefer to send straight to voicemail. Unfortunately for me, the streets of Boston decide to fuck me over with a stray pothole. As my car bounces, I accidentally tap accept instead of reject.

My father’s smooth, cultured voice immediately filters in through the car’s speakers: “You’ve been avoiding me.”

Yeah, no shit.

“And you’ve upset your mother,” he adds stiffly when it becomes glaringly obvious that I have no plans to engage him in conversation. “She wants me to remind you that you’ve missed family dinner three weeks in a row.”

“It’s not really a reminder when I’m the one who made the decision not to show up.”

“I won’t tell her you said that.”

“Maybe you should.”

Though he falls silent on the other end of the line, I’m not naïve enough to think that I’ve won our little standoff. That’s the thing about David Cain—he never raises his voice and rarely loses his shit, and yet there’s no doubt in my mind that I’ve been pissing my father off since the second that I was born.

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