The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 29

“A gift?” A smile crept across my face as curiosity gnawed at me. “You really didn’t. have to get me anything, Timothy.”

He chuckled. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to. You’re not just an exceptional. lawyer, Evie; you’re a good person. The effort you’ve put into my case means a lot

to me.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. My heart fluttered as he handed it to me. I gently lifted the lid to reveal a delicate necklace, a slender chain of silver with the words “Say the right things” written on a small, intricately designed pendant. It was exquisite and made my heart swell with emotions.

“Timothy, it’s beautiful,” I exclaimed.

He smiled, that crooked half–smile that always got to me. “It’s a reminder, Evie. A reminder to always speak your mind, to express your thoughts and feelings. without hesitation. Say the right thing, not just for others but for yourself too.”

I was touched by his words and the symbolism behind the necklace. It was a promise of respect and trust, a reminder that the power to shape my future lay in my own hands. “Thank you.”

With a gentle smile, he fastened the necklace around my neck, the cool silver resting against my skin. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth as I touched the tiny pendant.

“Come on.” His hand rested on my back and I fought the chill that wracked my body as I looked at him. “I have something else in mind.”

“Oh.” My eyes widened as he pressed me forward, and I was interested in what else he had planned.

As we walked further, the urban landscape began to shift, and the buildings around us became increasingly upscale and opulent. The streetlights grew more elegant, casting a soft glow on the cobbled walkways. We reached a grand, ornate building, and I couldn’t help but feel flattered by our destination.

“What is this place, Timothy?” I asked, looking up at the grandeur of the establishment.

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mischief dancing in his eyes. “It’s a surprise. Just

in his eyes, but he wasn’t giving away any secrets. His strong, confident stride matched the determined set of his jaw, and it made my heart race. just a bit. His air of mystery had always been

the most.

valet rushed to open them for us. My heart skipped a beat as we entered a lush, beautiful courtyard filled with fountains and blooming flowers. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, knowing that this place must have cost a small fortune. I’d never

I said with

up his features. “A little birdie told me

got to

deep, rich laughter echoing through the glossy

“Mr. Hayes, Ms. Sinclair,

lavender and eucalyptus hung in the air, soothing my senses. The woman gave me a soft,

left my clothes neatly folded on a chair, I couldn’t. help but wonder about the surprise Timothy had planned. The robe was soft and luxurious against my

a tray of massage oils and lotions in his other hand. The sight of him, standing there with a

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swell with gratitude. The weeks had been filled with courtroom. victories and challenges, and the

of a massage was enticing, a chance to let go of the tension that had accumulated in my body, but I hadn’t expected Timothy to administer it. “Wow, Timothy, this

to please. Now, if you’ll lie down on the table, I’ll give you a special

table, a sense of anticipation filled me. The soft

do all of this,” I said, feeling slightly

gently touched my shoulder, his fingers warm and reassuring. “Trust me, it’ll make a world of difference. I’ve been practicing some techniques, and

a promise of relief and comfort. His hand fell onto my own and he leaned closer, his voice soft, “I just want to take

help but feel the electricity of his touch on my skin. There was something about his proximity that was making my heart and mind. race simultaneously. My pulse quickened, and I hesitated, caught between the warmth of his offer

retrieved a bottle of massage oil from the basket, he continued to speak in that soft, persuasive tone,