Jen_C’s Reviews > Worth The Shot > Status Update

I may have screwed up my career, but I realized last night that there are some things more important than hockey. This thing with you could be more important. I don’t want hockey to be my whole life—because I feel like my life will be empty without you. All I know is that I’m not ready to let you go. I feel like there is something between us. Something real. Something worth the shot.

“I know it’s crazy. I probably shouldn’t even say this because we just met, but I like you. I mean, I really like you. Beyond all reason and rational thought. When I met you, it was like this chemistry, like instant attraction. But then I talked to you, spent time with you, got to know you—and you stole my heart. I want you like nothing I have ever wanted before, Addison Cavanaugh.”

“You are sexy as hell.” He chuckled, low and a little naughty, then wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his forehead to hers. “I can’t believe that just happened. I have never done anything like that before. But you made me so crazy, I couldn’t help myself. I just wanted to touch you so damn bad.”

Bane nodded at the cocky player. “So, just who is Douchy McDouche, and why does he think you oughta be bringing him breakfast?” She rolled her eyes.
“We used to date, but I broke things off with him almost a month ago.”
“Are you sure? ’Cause I don’t think he got the memo.”

That felt great. His new coach was assigning his daughter to babysit him. It would be much more humiliating if Addison didn’t make such a hot babysitter. “Dad, I don’t think he’s going to get drunk, pick up a woman, and get in a fight while having lunch and picking out a tux.” The coach huffed. “Yeah, well, you don’t know this guy like I do. He could pick a fight with someone before he’s even left the building.”

It didn’t make sense. It was probably a stupid, impulsive decision. But she desired him. Beyond reason. Beyond control. He tipped a little closer, his lips a mere whisper from hers. She sat motionless, frozen. Waiting. Hoping. Dying—for him to kiss her.

There was something that felt like real chemistry—like an actual electrical charge in the air between them. A connection. Or like they were old souls that had always known each other. She didn’t feel uncomfortable or nervous around him like she sometimes did with really good-looking men. She felt at ease, relaxed, like they were already friends.