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.

back my

need to understand why she

never forgot that night. Every touch, every sound she made, had slipped right underneath my skin. I couldn’t get her out of my head. It was like she was permanently

would haunt me until I could finally have

Six Years Earlier

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. Sometimes she would sit on her porch reading in the afternoon

realizing I had taken notice of

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

the door opens, my

Hayes,” Bruce laughs lazily. “You’re done with

she,” I ask

“Where is who?”

is Evie,” I

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Chapter 7

know,” he laughs bitterly. “Aren’t you her

curses, raking a

you’re the son of a bitch who won a cute little

I snap

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

I forgot what happened at that party a few months ago,”

his hands up

Went off to

gone,

I

again. “Don’t know. And don’t

him down to the ground,

to let the guilt cripple me. Instead, I hit the gym. I put my frustration and negative energy into something that

training for

Present

by word. Everything about her looks so well put together. She always looks so well put together, even in

hopefully. “Any sign of

“Not–yet,”

annoyance clearly evident. “Not yet,”