Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Clara grins deviously at that. “That’s more of a reason to talk to him, then.”
“Hear, hear. Show him how incredible we McDavid women are,” Elliot announces, toasting her cup to us, and of course, we do the same.
We all snicker as we bump our drinks together, and then I lean back in my chair since I’m finished with my muffin. It was really good, and I can’t help but wonder if sexy reading guy would like it. I’m so ridiculous, because surely I’ll never see him again. Why would I? After all he heard and saw? Ugh. The humiliation of knowing he witnessed Johnny running out of the shop half naked makes me never want to see him again. I can’t blame hot book guy for hightailing it out of the shop. I sounded and looked like a deranged whore.
Hell, who am I kidding? I read monster smut and wish I could be taken by a dragon with two cocks.
I am a deranged whore.
CHAPTER 6
Ciaran
I liked Riggs McCoy the moment I met him.
We had dinner before I was traded over to the Bears, almost like a meet-and-greet kind of thing, and I knew I was making the right choice in leaving Phoenix. I found the head coach not just a hard-ass, but compassionate. While he looks like he hates life most of the time, on the rare occasions that he smiles, it’s hard to think that he is anything but a good dude. Or maybe I gravitate toward him because he’s a natural father figure, and since I don’t have a dad, I look up to Coach McCoy. It’s hard not to.
After showering and getting ready to head out, I receive a text message from Coach, asking to meet with me. I wasn’t expecting that, but I don’t hesitate to head to his office. The walk isn’t long, but I find myself lost in the design of Davenport Arena.
It’s all so new, so flashy, with high ceilings and bright-orange and black accents. We have four restaurants that are open daily. We have a pro shop that carries Bears and Assassins gear, and we have an outdoor rink for families to enjoy. There’s even a hotel attached to the arena, which is freaking cool as hell.
I’m used to shitty arenas for AHL teams, but this one is almost like an NHL arena. It’s over the top, but I love it. When the season isn’t in progress, the owner, Dan Davenport, plans to hold concerts and different events. It’s really cool and super profitable, and it’s brought so many jobs to the people of Knoxville and Blitz.
But the people of Blitz aren’t on board.
They say it’s all too flashy for the small town. Insist that it took away the country feel. But for me, I think it only adds to the awesomeness of the small town. Or maybe I just really like where I’m at right now and wish people would be more supportive. We’ll see how the first game goes. Ticket sales are lower than projected, but I have a good feeling about how it’ll turn out.
When I reach Coach McCoy’s office, he’s sitting behind his desk, his dark, shoulder-length hair around his face as he looks down at his phone. He has a nicely trimmed beard and dark-brown eyes that I swear can cut you with one glance. When he looks up at my arrival, I wave awkwardly while he pushes his phone away. “Carter.”
“Coach.”
“How was your morning skate?”
“Good. Felt great out there.”
“You looked good. I was watching.”
I smile at that, but then I hope that doesn’t mean he was watching Cruz since my friend looked as if he was about to die.
“Cruz was sucking wind and lucky as hell I wasn’t coaching.”
Well, that’s unfortunate.
“Yeah, he had a long night.”
He rolls his eyes as he leans back in his chair, causing it to groan under his weight. Coach McCoy played in the NHL for ten years before becoming a coach. He’s been all over, but he jumped at the chance to coach the Bears because of how close he is to Dan Davenport. Like me, Coach is built like a Mack truck and doesn’t miss a day in the gym. Anything he asks us to do, he can do himself, and I think that’s why I like him so much, as not only a coach, but as a person.
“So, listen. Lots of talk about you the last couple days,” he says, changing subjects, thankfully. I’d rather not talk about Cruz. “You’ve been impressing everyone, not that I’m surprised. You should have made the roster with the Assassins, but their loss is my gain.”
His words build back some of the confidence I lost from not making the NHL team. “Thanks, Coach.”
“Only speaking the truth. And because of your hard work and dedication, I want to offer you the captain position.”