The Hockey Star’s Remorse

TIMOTHY POV

Timothy had never been much of a chef. He could whip up something decent, much like he had when he’d cooked for Evie, but that was a loving gesture fueled by his own need to impress her. He had to impress Evie in other ways now, which included getting on Stella’s good side and getting her to sign those authorization

papers.

With a newfound determination, Timothy stood in Stella’s apartment, a mismatched apron hanging awkwardly from his tall frame, and a mixing bowl in one hand. He had brought the ingredients for pancakes, imagining that a homemade breakfast would impress her. Pancakes seemed like a safe choice simple, delicious, and universally beloved.

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Stella watched him with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, her arms folded across her chest. He had let himself in, attempting to surprise her, but he hadn’t known she was an early riser. “What are you doing?” she asked.

Timothy tried to keep his enthusiasm from waning as he held up the mixing bowl. “I’m making you breakfast,” he declared with a smile.

Stella raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint smirk. “Really? You’re cooking for me?”

He nodded. “Yep. Thought I’d surprise you.”

Stella’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she sauntered over, her gaze fixed on the contents of the bowl. “Well, I’m intrigued. What’s on the menu?”

“Pancakes,” Timothy replied hesitantly, watching her response closesly.

Her expression quickly shifted from joy to annoyance as she saw Timothy

preparing the pancake batter. She put her hands on her hips, her annoyance clear. “Pancakes? Seriously?”

Timothy blinked, his heart sinking at the abrupt change in her demeanor. “Uh, yeah. Is that a problem?”

Stella sighed, her irritation becoming more pronounced. “I don’t eat carbs, Timothy. I’ve told you that before.”

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He felt his frustration bubbling beneath the surface but forced a tight smile. He didn’t recall hearing that at all. “Right. But I thought maybe just this once…”

She interrupted him with a sharp gesture. “No, Timothy. I don’t make exceptions when it comes to my diet.”

his way to make a special breakfast for her, and her dismissive attitude stung. “Okay, fine,” he said, his tone terse. “What do you want instead,

a moment before replying with a haughty air, “Eggs. Scrambled, with

toast it is.” He set the mixing bowl aside and reached for the eggs in

eggs into a bowl and started whisking them, Stella watched him with a look that bordered on smug satisfaction. “You really should pay more attention to what I like, Timothy. It’s not that

the edge of his patience fraying. “I’m trying, Stella. But I can’t read your

narrowed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, I’m sure you’re trying

them with a side of sliced avocado. He

slightly as she savored the food. “Mmm, not bad,”

efforts had paid off,

his attempts to please Stella were worth the frustration and anger that seemed

happy Stella meant less trouble for Evie, it seemed. Besides,

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Evie to stay away from Stella, not Timothy. It wasn’t the win that Stella thought it was, and he was perfectly fine with

he was presenting. She had made it clear that Timothy had to cater to her preferences, and he complied for now, albeit begrudgingly. It was

an argument, especially after

tapping a finger against her lips. “You can make

eyebrow, surprised by her request. A wedding shower? It wasn’t what he had expected,

was swift, and her words carried an edge of determination. “Good. I’m going to

feel a mixture of relief and resignation. He had agreed to them

he began cautiously, “isn’t it usually the maid of honor

is our wedding, and I want everything to be perfect. I need to be in control of the arrangements to ensure that it’s just the way I want

arguing with Stella about this wouldn’t get

contrast to her earlier anger. “Don’t worry. It’ll

finished her breakfast of scrambled eggs and

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bite, a sudden

ringer and

asked, his voice tinged with a hint of

hesitated for a moment, her fingers absently tapping the edge of her phone. “Just a business call,” she finally

an eyebrow. “Business call? Is it

avoiding Timothy’s penetrating stare.

skepticism. “You look pretty