The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 7

Timothy

She clearly isn’t happy to see me. I couldn’t blame her, but it still stung. The only reason I am standing here is because I noticed the folder she held to her chest at the arena. The words Brooke and Payne were etched into the dark leather.

After some late–night research accompanied with a beer and a phone call to the-

I learned that she had everything I needed to help solve both of our

lems.

The partners were stupid for letting her go, but I figured I could help fix that terrible decision and my contract issues.

“Miss Sinclair,” Mister Erickson says simply. “Th

is Timothy Hayes. Our client.”

Evie just looks at me, her jaw tight and her body rigid. She soon takes a huge breath, shifting her body in her seat and fixing a sickly sweet smile. The smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mister Hayes,” she says warmly. “Mind telling me what brings you in?”

This was not the same girl I had known in high school. There had been a softer gaze whenever she had looked at me then. Now, those same eyes are filled with a fiery rage. The only softness turned into hurt.

“I need to renegotiate my contract,” I answer, handing over the files I kept over my transactions.

Her anger shifts to confusion. “Why,” she asks. “Don’t you love the Thunderbolts?”

“Of course, I do,” I chuckle. “I love the team. Management is the thing that has been giving me trouble. I need to know my options to see if I can change the terms. of our agreement.”

Her eyes turn to Mister Erickson, who nods to urge her on. “Let me see the contract you signed.”

I nod, handing her over the papers. A sudden jolt in my nerves ran down my spine as our fingers brushed slightly.

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Chapter 7

I’ve never been nervous around the ladies. I was always the one being pursued, not the other way around. Even in high school, I was never left without some girl flirting with me. Of course I always flirted back.

Games were the best part. I had a whole section dedicated to worshiping the ice I skated on. Those days made me feel invincible. Nothing or no one could touch me. I could easily find a girl to have fun with.

on Evie. Ever since the day she brought back my jersey, I had felt that sting of

have to get some closure. I need to understand why she is

right underneath my skin. I couldn’t get her out of my head. It was like she was permanently branded on me like a

until I could finally have that conversation

Six Years Earlier

on an afternoon ride and thought I’d stop by to see Evie. I hadn’t seen her in a few weeks. I was slightly worried about how she just vanished without a trace. Even if our meetings were mostly by chance, I would see her around periodically in the grocery store or taking walks around our neighborhood.

I had taken

stairs, knocking firmly on the front door. Hearing groans and heavy footsteps approaching, I shift on my feet and straighten

the door opens,

lazily. “You’re

is she,” I

“Where is who?”

Evie,”

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Chapter 7

the hell should I know,” he laughs bitterly. “Aren’t you her

mutter angry curses, raking a hand through

says thoughtfully. “No, you’re the son of a bitch who won a cute little motorcycle ‘cause you took

you,” I snap

you would,” he smirked. “I mean, if there was some money on

party a few months ago,” I snarl. “You don’t

hands up in defeat.

Went off to some fancy

gone,

“Where,” I demand furiously. “Where did she

“Don’t know. And don’t care enough to

him down to the ground, storming

try not to let the guilt cripple me. Instead, I hit the gym. I put my

training for

Present

and every sentence of my contract, line by line. Practically word by word. Everything about her looks so well put together. She always looks so well put together, even

ask hopefully. “Any sign

“Not–yet,”

“Not yet,” she says blandly. “I’m