Fair Play (Hat Trick, Book 1) by Samantha Wayland Read Free Book Online

kind of power over to Bobby. Confirming
she was afraid of him would only make him worse. Hell, just the hint that she
and Garrick were friends gave Bobby too much.
    Garrick shot Bobby another hard stare on his way out.
    She gave him a little push. “Come use the tub whenever
you’re ready.”
    His eyebrow went up, silently giving her one last chance to
change her mind. When she said nothing, he left her office and disappeared
around the corner.
    Savannah stared at the empty door longer than necessary, but
by the time she turned to gather what she needed to wrap Bobby’s elbow, she was
composed.
    She moved quickly, keeping as much distance as possible
without being obvious. She didn’t ask him any questions, which was unlike her,
but she didn’t want any more contact than was absolutely required.
    Bobby was uncharacteristically cooperative, holding his arm
as she needed and keeping his hands to himself. Too bad he spent the entire
session staring into her face from mere inches away. His breath brushed her
cheek when she bent to cut away a loose string and she forced herself not to
jerk back. She did, though, hold her breath.
    Garlic for breakfast?
    By the time Bobby stood to leave, a continuous trickle of
cold sweat slid down her back. She left her supplies where they were, not
cleaning up as she would usually, choosing instead to stand back and let him
go. He smiled at her from the door and her fingers tightened around the
scissors still clutched in her hand.
    His laughter echoed in the hallway as she slumped into her
desk chair, tossed her scissors onto the pile of paperwork, and wiped her
clammy hands on her pants.
    Holy shit. How the hell was she going to fix this?
     
    Garrick bolted out of the coach’s office, barely calling a
goodnight to Rick and the rest of the forward lines with whom he’d been forced
to sit and review strategy for the upcoming away games.
    As he jogged around the arena toward Savannah’s office, his
hip protested the unforgiving concrete beneath his feet. It hurt like hell.
    There won’t be many more than twelve years of hockey for me.
    It was scary shit to think about. Almost as scary as coming
around the bend to find Savannah’s door closed and locked, her lights off. She’d
already left.
    Hoping he might still catch her, he took off at a run, ignoring
the increasingly sharp pains from his hip. Bobby had left the locker room right
after practice, and from there, Garrick had no idea where he’d gone. Maybe out
with the sycophants he called friends. Or home with an unfortunate puck bunny
who didn’t know which players should be avoided.
    Or maybe he was waiting in the parking lot, knowing Garrick
was tied up in a meeting. Knowing Savannah would be alone.
    Shit. He ran faster.
    He should have asked Rhian to walk her to her car, but he
hadn’t thought his meeting would take long. Christ, Rick would have dissected
the best shot strategy for another hour if they’d let him.
    Running on concrete sucked for his hip, but when he pivoted
to go down the hall to the doors, his groin pull protested too, a line of fire
dropping into his nuts. He frowned and moved through the pain. He wasn’t an
idiot. It was time to move on from hockey. The question was, to what?
    To whatever you were going to do when you went off to
McGill and got that shiny degree in finance and economics.
    Trying out for the McGill team, joining up and playing all
four years had all been a lark. Something to keep him busy between classes and
studying and partying. A way to keep fit. When the Eastern Hockey League scout
had first approached him, he’d been astounded. And, of course, flattered. But some
sane part of him had been tempted to send him packing.
    Hindsight was a bitch.
    Not that he’d do it any differently if he could go back. He
was glad for the opportunity to play for his home team. He just couldn’t figure
out how he’d launched a career that could only last a dozen years and not given
any thought to what