The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 63

The aroma of simmering sauce and fresh cheese wafted through the air, filling the space with a tantalizing scent. As Timothy moved about the kitchen with at practiced ease, I sat awkwardly on the edge of the couch.

Timothy glanced my way, a playful glint in his eyes. “Oh, your friend is coming to greet you.”

I smiled, slightly curious about who he was referring to. Right then, I saw Duke leave one of the back rooms and eye me curiously from afar. After the recognition set in, he barked and came bounding toward me, his tail wagging.

“Hi, boy! How are you?” I greeted, scratching behind his ear. He suddenly flopped onto his back, revealing his belly for a good rub. As my fingers ruffled his fur, I started to feel more relaxed.

Timothy’s voice broke through my thoughts, his question drawing my attention. “So, Evie, how’s business been since my case closed?”

I turned toward the kitchen, my lips curling into a smile. “Actually, business has been picking up. It seems like

It seems like my success with your case has made me more noticeable.”

Timothy emerged from the kitchen, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “Noticeable? In what way?”

“Well,” I started, my eyes daring around, “Let’s just say I’ve been getting a bit more attention than I’m used to. Your fans seem to have taken an interest in the lawyer who helped clear your name.”

Timothy’s lips twitched into a knowing smile. “Ah, so you’re becoming a bit celebrity yourself.”

I shrugged, a mixture of amusement and hesitation coursing through me. “I guess you could say that, though I’m not sure I’m entirely comfortable with it.”

Duke bounded back over, dropping a tennis ball at my feet with an expectant look. I obliged, sending the ball skidding across the floor as Duke chased after it with gusto.

Timothy’s gaze lingered on us, his expression thoughtful. “Do you enjoy the

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I leaned down to ruffle Duke’s fur, my mind turning over his question. “Not really,” I admitted. “It’s nice to be recognized for my work, but it also attracts some…. interesting characters.”

Timothy raised an eyebrow. “Interesting characters?”

I sighed, my thoughts lingering back on Linda. “Obsessed fans, to be more precise. I’ve had a few encounters with paparazzi, and with the whole Linda situation, it’s honestly a little unsettling.”

A knowing glint appeared in Timothy’s eyes, as if he understood the weight of my words. “Sounds like you’ve had your fair share of Linda types.”

I nodded, my gaze briefly flickering toward the dog that had returned to my side.

Not exactly, but I had some paparazzi camping out on my doorstep.”.

Timothy offers a sympathetic smile. “Ah, yes, the paparazzi. Fame has its downsides.”

I giggled. “I suppose so. But enough about me and my newfound fame. How’s the lasagna coming along?”

movements fluid as he checked on the dish. “Still perfecting the sauce. Needs to be

his culinary task, I found myself appreciating the easy flow of our conversation. It was as if the initial awkwardness between us had dissipated, replaced by a genuine sense

to be quite the companion,” I

he nodded. “Yeah, he’s a handful, but I

sudden clatter echoed from the kitchen, my head snapping toward the source of the noise. Without a second thought,

the counter, his brows furrowed. Blood welled up from a fresh cut on his finger, staining the edge of a tomato he had

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“Timothy, are you okay?”

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small grimace on his lips as he watched the blood ooze. “Yeah, I just… managed

The proximity between us was

Timothy’s hand came to rest on the counter, I turned my attention to the tomatoes. “I can take

smiled. “Ah, but I can’t make my

said, waving him off.

left to tend to his cut, I gingerly picked up the knife, my fingers trembling ever so slightly. I had always considered myself more of a takeout enthusiast than a home cook, and the realization that I was in

excitement and trepidation. The rhythmic motion of the knife against the cutting board was oddly soothing. However, as I glanced at

waver.

his expression one of amusement. “You’re

sheepishly. “Yeah…I think?”

like a warm

as he guided my movements, his fingers interlacing with mine. Together, we moved in sync, the blade of the knife gliding through the tomato

his breath, our gazes locked as if

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the last tomato was diced, Timothy withdrew his hands, a soft smile gracing his lips.

the room now replaced

meal finally prepared, we sat down at the table, the air alive with a newfound ease.

make lasagna like this?” I asked, my curiosity getting

chuckled, a hint of pride in his eyes. “Well, my grandmother was Italian, and she passed down some of

absolutely

flowed effortlessly, dipping into various topics like a gentle stream. From favorite books to memorable travel destinations, it felt

contentment. “That was a delightful dinner,” he said with a satisfied

the sensation of genuine happiness bubbling up within me. “The pleasure was all mine. I must admit,

I came.”

gaze met mine, a softness in his eyes that sent a flutter

slipped away faster than I

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