Playing For Keeps

7-Sorry

Casey

I really hated grocery shopping in the morning. 

Yet I couldn't help the fact that I woke up and discovered I'm on my period a week early and no tampons in sight. 

Being a woman is a fucking blast. 

While I was at the grocery store I figured I might as well grab some snacks to ride out this week. 

Of course when I threw on a pair of old shorts and a t shirt without a splash of makeup on or my hair throughly brushed I wasn't expecting to run into Eleanor. 

I also wasn't prepared for her to tell me how interesting it was that I was able to go from brother to brother so easily. 

When I gave her a confused look she informed me that Rowan told her he was helping me with my grandmas house. 

Fucking liar. 

Which is how I found myself looking around town for him Sunday to give him a piece of my mind. 

I hadn't seen him anywhere publicly which meant he was at his apartment. 

Well I thought that until I ran into Lennox, who informed me he was in California visiting his family. 

He may have dodged me for the weekend but come Monday and I would be on his ass. 

I really dont need rumors spreading that I was seen getting cozy to the younger Monroe brother. Not after Eric decided to bring up college again which in turn brought my name up again. 

The next day, Monday, I find myself in front of the hockey rink. 

I am currently waiting for the practice to end so I can ambush Rowan. I really don't need him escaping after, I am sure, Lennox told him I was on the lookout for him. 

I mean not only did he tell fucking Eleanor that he's helping me but it's not even true. 

The audacity if you ask me. 

So when I see him emerge from the rink doors in nothing but a pair of nike shorts and a tee shirt I pounce. 

Not the kind of pounce you dirty minds are thinking. 

"Rowan." I call out as I stalk closer to him and he freezes. 

I think I even hear him mutter 'fuck' under his breath. 

Yeah, you aren't getting away from me in this small town buddy. 

He looks up at me as I get right in front of him, his green eyes shining with apology. 

"Look Casey it just sort of came out. Eleanor was being all pushy and I needed a viable excuse and that was the first thing to come to mind." He tries to defend. 

I look at him, baffled. "Seriously?" I shriek and he groans. 

"Anything else would've worked Rowan. You could've told her you had to train when you weren't coaching or taking meetings. She doesn't know how the NHL works you could've literally said anything else, lie or not, but you decide to tell her you're helping me?"