His skin was clammy and his heart was pounding, but he never broke their intensely locked gazes. She was challenging him, something he noticed she did when she wanted a straight answer from him. In the short time he’d been there, she had figured him out. Normally that would make him want to run, but in some odd, twisted way, Jordie trusted Portia.
Something he didn’t do much.
But before he could answer her, the timer went off behind her, signaling that group was over and visiting hours had started. It was Saturday and he knew that Natasha was waiting for him, so he got up quickly and hightailed it out of there before Portia could stop him to probe him some more about Kacey. He heard her call his name and figured he was dooming himself for tomorrow, but he didn’t care. He had to adjust to the idea of talking about Kacey, and tomorrow, maybe.
Probably not.
When he reached the meeting room for visitors, he saw Natasha sitting on the patio, her long brown hair flowing in the evening breeze. The sun was setting behind the mountains, the sky a pretty pink as he closed the distance between them. When he had almost reached her, she looked up, grinning her dazzling grin as she stood too, hugging him tightly. She was wearing short shorts and a tank that showed off her chest in the most revealing way. Her tits and mouth were what had attracted him back in Louisiana, but now as he hugged her, he felt nothing but friendship for her.
Because Kacey consumed him. Everything inside him was hers. He just wished he had realized how in love with her he was before he pushed her away.
“How ya feeling?”
He smiled. “Alive. Sober.”
“Good,” she said, tapping his arm before they both sat down. Soon refreshments were served, along with a light dinner. Nothing that raised the skirt, but it was good and the conversation was easy. They spoke about her work-study and how she was heading back to Louisiana in four weeks.
“So right around the time I get out, then?”
She nodded. “Guess so. Works out.”
“Yeah.”
“Will you go straight back to Nashville?”
“Gotta get cleared by my PT. He feels like it’ll be another week or two to see how I do out of here before they send me back. I’m ready to get on the ice. It’s killing me here.”
“I bet,” she agreed. “I’m proud of you, though.”
“Thanks.” He shot her a grin before taking a long sip of his iced tea. Usually, he wished there was Jack in it but not for the last week. This last week he’d tried. He wanted to get better. He had to get better.
“Maybe I could come to Nashville?”
He looked over at her, his brow raised. “For? You have a job there?”
She smiled sheepishly, her brown eyes sparkling in the falling sunlight as she held his gaze. She really was a pretty girl and deserved someone who could handle all of her. But she wasn’t into relationships, just as he hadn’t been. Though, after this stint in rehab, Jordie was ready to sing a different tune. Life was so short, and the things he’d heard while being here had made him realize he needed to be healthy and sober to live the life he wanted. He had been so close to losing everything, and he couldn’t allow that to happen.
“For us.”
Say what?
“Us?” he asked, confused.
“Yeah, I could get a job at Vandy. I have some friends there who could get me in without any problem. They’ve actually been asking me to move there. Nothing worth moving for until now. But yeah, maybe we can give it a go, an actual relationship instead of just hanging out at rehab. Ha, what a story to tell the kids one day.”
He eyed her and then shook his head. Surely he was hearing her wrong. “Wait, huh? You don’t do relationships.”
She laughed nervously, looking down at her perfectly manicured nails. Everything about her was so put together. The only time she didn’t look like a billion bucks was when she was under him. What a sight, but not the sight he wanted for the rest of his life.
“I usually don’t, and especially not with a hockey player, but I want to now.” She looked up at him. “With you,” she said slowly. Her eyes were wary as they held his and he was a little taken aback.
Yeah, they had become close, but nowhere in there had