Whatever it was, I fucking hated it.
And what I hated even more…there was a very high chance that Sutton was watching.
All I hope is that she went to bed before the third period, so she didn’t have to see her dad fighting.
I don’t know what Nash said to him while he had Kodie pinned to the boards, but I can imagine.
There’s only one thing in this world that Kodie cares about more than his career, and that’s Sutton.
I know a little of the history between Kodie and Cooper. They grew up together. They played on the same team for years until they went to college.
Curiosity to know more burns within me, but I already know I won’t be demanding answers tonight.
I have no idea what kind of headspace Kodie will be in after that game. Hell, for all I know, he won’t be interested in a chat tonight.
Pain lashes at my insides at the thought alone.
I want to be his safe place when shit gets hard. But I understand that there’s a very good chance I haven’t earned the right for that yet. I fucking want to, though.
I lie on my bed, waiting for a response. I messaged him a few times during the game. I knew he wouldn’t read them, but I wanted him to know that I was right behind him when things didn’t go his way tonight.
The messages now show as read, but he hasn’t replied.
What if tonight is going to be the first night after a game that we don’t talk?
It’ll fucking kill me. But there isn’t much I can do about it.
It’s not like we’re together or anything.
We’re…I don’t know what we are.
Fuck buddies?
Each other’s dirty secret?
My cell buzzes and my heart jumps into my throat. But it quickly sinks again when I find Parker’s name staring back at me.
Parker: That game was brutal. Are you ready to brighten Rivers’ night?
Casey: I’m waiting to hear from him. Radio silence so far.
Parker: He’s probably having a drink with the guys. He deserves it after all the hits he took tonight.
Casey: Yeah, probably.
A heavy sigh passes my lips, and I rub the ache in my chest in the hope of abating it.
Parker: Stop worrying. That guy is crazy about you.
“Get out of my fucking head,” I mutter, staring at the screen. It’s freaky how well she knows me.
Casey: Even if that’s true, it doesn’t mean anything. He’s a hockey player, remember?
I don’t know why I’m baiting her. I guess I need the reality check of her telling me that no players can be trusted with anything beyond pussies and orgasms.
Parker: He isn’t just a hockey player, though, is he?
“Damn you, Parker Donnelly. Damn you.”
