Then at practice, I gave up several faceoffs, and that shit never happens. Knowing I couldn’t go back to sleep, I went for another run then circled back to the house exhausted and worn out.

Even with the loss to Minnesota-Duluth, we’re still ranked at number five, and that brings its own kind of pressure with trying to stay there.Īnother nightmare hit this morning at four. Sure, we won our last one, but the next opponent is a tougher team, which means more pressure. There’s an anxious pit of worry in my gut about our upcoming game. I park and they get out while I stay in the car for a few minutes, practicing my deep breathing. I gulp down the rest of my tequila and stand up.Ī slow, knowing, sexy smile settles on Zack’s face.Īfter an intensive practice and dinner in the athletic cafeteria, the guys and I head to the Tipsy Moose. Shit, love, go get your fake boyfriend before those bitches do. “Watching him stare at you is almost as good as watching Khal Drogo and Daenerys eye-fuck each other. “He’s intense,” I murmur, thinking back to the Kappa house. His words are intoxicating and I inhale a sharp breath. I once had a puppy who yipped like that, I send.Ĭome to me. I look up and he’s grinning at me even as she’s trying to get his attention. My mouth quirks up and I raise my head to watch as he takes a sip of his drink with those eyes leveled at me. My phone pings with a text and I fumble around in my purse, pulling it out.

I picture him on some big fancy sailboat or a yacht with tanned girls in bikinis flanking him on either side. I imagine they’re probably leftover from a summer spent at some exotic location. Tonight his jawline is scruffier, the dark beard in contrast to the caramel-blond highlights in his hair, and I think about how he got those lighter strands. Z turns around, away from the bar, and my heart thumps with every second it takes for him to face me. They continue their banter, but I tune them out. “That man is staring a hole through you.” He brushes at his hair, fluffing the ends.

You’d think I’d be used to the way he looks at me, but I’m not. Well, well, well, says his pleased expression. He gives her a stern look and eases away.Īs if he senses he’s being watched, his grey eyes look in the mirror on the back wall behind the bar and lock with mine. She takes a seat next to him, talking animatedly, her hands brushing at his shoulders as if she’s picking imaginary lint off his clothes.

He sort of drags her along with him as he takes a stool and orders something from the bartender that looks like a soda. The redhead from the party-he called her Veronica-jumps up and follows him. There’s a murmur that goes through the crowd as he passes, and when he walks by a group of girls, they call out his name and send him finger waves. With long, purposeful strides, he makes his way to the right side of the room where the bar curls around into a small lounge area with leather couches and a dartboard.

Boyfriend bargain by ilsa madden mills