Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I step out of the locker room, the smell of liniment and stale ice clinging to my skin like a second jersey. The hallway is dim, cooled by the proximity of the rink, and usually, it's my favorite part of the night. I'm ready to head home, collapse into my king-size bed and sleep off the pain. Then I see her.
Mia Wells is standing near the tunnel, leaning against the cold concrete wall like she doesn’t have a care in the world. She's laughing with Harper Thorne, waiting for Jaxson to finish whatever post-game voodoo he performs after every game. The sound of that laugh hits me harder than any of the body checks I took tonight. It's warm, bright, and completely unbothered by the chaos of the busy arena.
She looks incredible. A mane of dark, curly hair spills over the shoulders of a practical jacket, but there’s nothing practical about the way she moves. Her dark and perceptive eyes crinkle at the corners as she says something that makes Harper nearly double over.
I stop for a beat, the air leaving my chest in a way that has nothing to do with physical exhaustion. My hand twitches, wanting to reach out, to touch her luscious curves. I want to be the reason she's smiling like that. I want to walk up, put my arm around her, and feel that curly hair against my chin while we talk about nothing at all.
Instead, I tighten my grip on my gear bag and grit my teeth. Mia made it very clear where we stand when she gave me that gentle, agonizing rejection months ago. She doesn't want an athlete, and she doesn't want the mess that comes with us. She’s seen enough of the lifestyle through Harper and Rory to know she wants no part of the circus.
She's in the 'Neutral Zone.' Safely tucked away behind a line I promised not to cross. Respecting boundaries is a bitch when every instinct I have is screaming at me to claim her, to prove that I’m more than just a guy looking for a roll in the hay. But she told me in no uncertain terms that she isn’t interested in me. Fuck. That hurts.
Every instinct in me wants to override her resistance and make her mine. But my mind knows that’s the wrong way to go.
I force my feet to move, keeping my eyes forward. I give a short nod to Harper as I pass, making sure my expression is a mask of composure. If I look at Mia for more than a second, she’ll see everything I’m trying to hide. I can’t let her see how much this mask of indifference is costing me.
"Great game, Mick," Harper calls out, her voice echoing in the concrete corridor.
"Thanks, Harper," I say, my voice raspy from shouting over the crowd. "Your husband did a pretty good job, too."
I feel Mia's eyes on me then. It’s a physical weight, a heat that settles between my shoulder blades. I can feel her eyes moving over me like a physical touch.
“You’re looking a little gimpy there, Micky Boy.” That fucking nickname makes me want to both kiss her pouty lips and spank her gorgeous ass.
"I'm fine," spitting out this lie is getting harder and harder each time I do it. "Just another night at the office."
"Ducking pucks and sticks seems like a painful way to make money," she counters, stepping away from the wall. She doesn't come closer, but the shift in her posture is enough to make my heart skip a beat.
"It pays the bills," I flash the mischievous grin that usually gets me out of trouble with the media. "And keeps me on my toes."
Mia rolls her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitches. It’s a victory, a small one, but I’ll take it. I’ve spent months collecting these tiny moments with her.
Jaxson steps out of the locker room behind me, looking like he just finished a meditation retreat instead of sixty minutes of high-velocity projectiles. He’s stoic, disciplined, and currently looking at Harper like she’s the only person in the world. It’s a look I recognize because it’s the same one I’m trying so hard to hide from Mia.
"Ready?" Jaxson asks, his voice sparse and precise. He nods to me, a silent acknowledgment of the win, before sliding his arm around Harper’s waist.
"Ready," Harper says, leaning into him. She looks at me, then at Mia, her hazel eyes dancing with an awareness that makes me want to bolt. "You coming, Mi-Mi? We're grabbing a quick bite at The Roaring Crowd before it gets too packed."
Mia looks at me for a long second. The air in the hallway feels heavy, charged with all the things I can't say and the one thing she already told me. I want to tell her to come. I want to tell her I’ll buy her whatever she wants and listen to her talk about the ER until the sun comes up. I want to break every rule of the 'Neutral Zone' and drag her into my world.