Killian (On the Line #1) - Brenda Rothert Page 0,43

it. She worked very hard, and she deserved to spend her money on the things that made her happy.

The only travel option for me was a ride on the team bus, and I sure didn’t spend much money. I tried to save as much as I could and I’d had the sense to let a financial guy manage my meager savings. I didn’t even know how much money I did have, come to think of it.

This thing with me and her was crazy. She belonged with some rich guy who could buy her jewelry and fancy wine. How long would it be until she figured out I had nothing to offer her but hot sex?

I honestly didn’t know, but until then I planned to keep pretending I could actually be with her. I’d never wanted this with a woman before, and it felt good and it felt natural. I’d deal with reality when it caught up to us.

Sidney

Killian dropped to his knees and slammed his fist into the ice. He punched it several more times before finally getting to his feet.

He was frustrated, and I knew why. The guys on the team were sluggish tonight and it was as if they had lead weights in their skates. Orion and Bruce were both stone-faced behind the bench, their arms crossed for the entire game, other than when they were throwing their arms in the air and yelling at the players. I’d learned a while ago that crossed arms were not a good sign. It meant they were inwardly furious.

The guys had been playing their hearts out. The travel schedule was grueling and they were tired. We had an 8–1 win versus loss record for our last nine games. No team won every game. But apparently I was the only one who wasn’t that upset about the loss that was thirty seconds away.

“Are you seeing him tonight?” Keri whispered to me.

I looked around the owner’s box, confirming what I already knew. We were alone and the door was closed.

“Why are we whispering?” I whispered back.

“I don’t know. It just seems like secret stuff should be whispered.”

“I don’t think so,” I said in a normal tone of voice. “We’ve seen each other every night this week except when they were on the road. I’m sure he wants to go out with the guys.”

“Liam’s not going out tonight.”

I arched my brows, giving her a knowing look. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah.”

“How that going?”

She gave me an innocent look. “How’s what going?”

“You’re no good at being coy, Keri. Your face is like an open book.”

“It’s just a fun thing. Nothing serious.”

“Famous last words,” I said. “Be careful.”

“I am. And I’ll give you the same advice. The stakes are a lot higher for you, Sid. I’m just the team PR person.”

I nodded, not wanting to acknowledge out loud how right she was.

The ice was clearing. Killian congratulated the row of players on the other team and then headed right for the tunnel. I had a feeling he had a lot of drinking and swearing ahead of him tonight.

“Why doesn’t Nicole come to the games anymore?” Keri asked.

I shook my head. “Things have been tense since our talk a couple of weeks ago. I’m guessing she is avoiding me as much as she can.”

“She’s still mad about that?”

“I guess. To be honest, I think she is just being childish. She knew she was wrong, but she can’t seem to admit it, even to herself. I’m keeping an eye on her and she’d better pull herself together or she’s not going to like our next conversation one bit.”

Keri shrugged and said, “Geez, it’s always something, isn’t it?”

I yawned, smiled, and said goodnight to Keri and headed for my car when my phone dinged to announce a text message.

A message was displayed on my screen.

Killian: Meet up at ur place?

I wrote back.

Me: Sure you don’t want to go out with the guys? I don’t expect you to spend every night with me.

Killian: U tired of me?

Me: Not at all.

Killian: Hope u don’t mind if I work out my frustration in bed.

Me: What? You’re upset about something? I hadn’t noticed.

Killian: I think you need to wrap that smart mouth around my cock.

Me: Perhaps. I’m also in the mood to ride you.

Killian: Yes. I want lots of sex and some pancakes.

I laughed as I read the message.

Me: Deal. See you at home.

I’d just pushed Send when my mouth dropped open in horror. I’d said home. It was only my home though, and the word