The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 2

Evie

The night went on and I continued setting tables for a private event set for this evening. It was a nice little break from the constant stream of guests that would come through.

It was hard to tune out the highlight reels of the Thunderbolts Captain being the leading scorer in the league and becoming the rookie of the year.

How some people manage to become that successful amazes me. He must be the city’s favorite little hockey star.

I hummed quietly to myself as I moved around the dining room.

“Waitress,” a woman’s shrill voice squawked. “Waitress!”

My head snaps up at the signal. “I’m so sorry, mam,” I apologize carefully. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, for starters, why don’t you actually serve me,” she scolds. “I have been sitting here for ten minutes trying to get your attention!”

I looked around. My eyes were starting to turn towards where I stood.

“Absolutely, mam,” I stammer. “What can I get you?”

“I need a drink, but everyone in here seems to be too distracted by the craziness outside,” she says with a huff.

I looked down at her glass. “What kind of wine would you like?”

“Your most expensive bottle. Make it snappy,” she orders sharply.

“Anything else?”

important guest coming. Bring two glasses,”

be right back with your drinks,”

this make

to the table. The woman watched me with cold eyes as I popped open the bottle and poured

“Anything—“

fragrant red wine over my face shut me up

get your attention,” she laughed smugly.

angrily, coming beside me. “Are

I bought out the restaurant just for celebrating your win,” Stella pouted

froze – He is Timothy

and all ability to speak. “I—

fine,” Stella smirked. “I’d go get yourself cleaned, sweetie,

the bathroom and locking myself in a stall. Forcing myself to take deep breaths, it brought me back to the torment of

finally managed to calm myself down and I

run in, and the rest of my shift went fairly smoothly. At least I made good tips tonight. Maybe it was the pity of the entire restaurant that filled my pockets. They all felt bad for the girl who got

shoulder. Without a single word, I head out the back of

the street

“Wait!”

wheel of that crazy sports car, sat the

attractive as ever with those hazel eyes of his and his chestnut hair. His face, though still youthful, had matured in all the best ways. His cheeks were toned and his jaw sharp and peppered

get any worse?

not Evie Sinclair, are

up

shouts quickly. “I know you.

him

least give you a

right between the grate on the sidewalk, snapping it from beneath me. Stumbling forward, I

get so

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