by April Fire
Before long, training seemed to come to an end. I’d scrawled down a few notes as it went by, mostly about the atmosphere in the place and the aggression of Johnson’s coaching style. Johnson waved me over as the players trailed off the rink, and put his hand on the door to stop them leaving.
“We’ve got a new member of the team to introduce to you today, boys,” Johnson announced loudly as I made my way across the stadium towards him. “This is Emily Tennsion. She’s going to be writing a story on us for the big newspaper she works at. So be nice.”
There was a firmness to the last two words that made me wonder if they’d had problems with the press before. But before I had much of a chance to linger on that notion, one of the guys had peeled off his helmet and was giving me an up-and-down.
“You want to come for a drink with us tonight?” He flashed me a smile. I didn’t recognize him. He was a little older than the rest of the team, with messy blonde hair that fell down to his neck. “Get the full experience?”
I exchanged a look with Johnson, who shrugged, and I turned back to the guy who’d asked me.
“Sounds good!” I agreed. “Where are we going?”
A chuckle went around the team, and the smile solidified on my face; was I being stupid or something?
“There’s only one bar we drink at,” the guy I’d noticed on the ice was speaking now, reaching up to take his helmet off. I swear to God, it happened in slow motion- he shook his hair loose, and it fell in thick dark waves to his chin. He flashed me a smile, and I found myself blushing-blushing! Like some kind of giggling schoolgirl!
“And what one might that be?” I knew I was playing a game, knew I just had to get them on my side, but I wasn’t sure how.
“Where are you staying?” He asked.
“Pollok Street,” I replied.
“I’ll pick you up at seven,” he suggested, cocking his head and raising his eyebrows at me. He was challenging me, daring me to say yes. Well, I could goddamn use a drink. I scanned the faces of the other guys, seeing if there was something I was missing, but they seemed to be regarding me with the same challenging expression that he was. Well, if it was a challenge they wanted, it was a challenge they’d get.
“Sounds great,” I smiled in return, and made my way down past the team. I nodded my thanks at Johnson for his help.
“I’ll see you this evening,” I promised, and made my way out to my car, trying to keep the smile off my face. The air was cold outside, and I rubbed my hands together. After everything that had brought me here, I finally had something to look forward to. And that felt pretty damn good.
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A Note from April
Dear Reader,
We truly hope that you enjoyed this fiery little romance. If you liked our book please help us reach a wider audience by leaving us a review on Amazon.
Best,
April
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