Kinsley fell in love with Phoenix Maverick, an NHL player for a team she never imagined supporting. But when Kinsley suffers from a head injury and forgets the last six years of her life, she struggles balancing being the person Phoenix fell in love...
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Early November. 2016.
I was back in Vancouver but not for long. We had a game in two nights. After last nights game in Ottawa, I got on a flight and came straight into town wanting to make the most of the down time as I could. There was a lot to fit into two and a half days and I was going to be stretched thin, but I had to get it done.
The first stop was the build in Upper Lonsdale. The frame was up and I was putting the pressure on them to get as much of it finished before the snow fell, as they could. It wouldn't be long before the conditions made it impossible to work in.
Fuck, the house was going to be tall but I could see the deck wrapping around it, tree branches touching the railing and that was good enough for me.
Kins said, 'I want to be able to reach out and touch the tree branches' and I was damn well going to make sure she would.
The second stop was to see Ash before she started work. I hadn't seen her since her and Kins came to Edmonton and then she whisked my girlfriend off into the night without a word.
Well, it wasn't the night, it was the morning, and she didn't whisk her off but I still felt a pang of betrayal at the fact that she didn't at least stall Kins for a minute so that I could grovel some more. Not that it mattered now that Kins and I were on good terms again.
Better than good.
She'd agreed to go out with me tonight and I couldn't wait to see her. Fuck, I was practically skipping down the hall of Ash's building, on top of the world knowing it would be just a few short hours before I got to drink in my gorgeous girl's freckled face and watch her slow blink up at me like a seductress sent straight to put me down.
That woman could tell me to kneel and I'd break a knee cap dropping hard and fast.
I wrapped on the door at Ash's apartment and waited for an answer. Waited some more. Waited, waited, waited and then I smashed a fist against it again because I was sure she should still be home.
The chain on the door slid and then she pulled it open, pulling her hair into a bun. "Knock louder next time, you didn't leave a hole in the door."
"You weren't answering," I followed her inside and took note of the Halloween decor still hanging from the ceiling. "The cobwebs just look like neglectful cleaning now."
"Shut up," she said, pinning her little watch to the front of her scrubs. "You're late. I have to go to work in fifteen."
"What?" I slipped my phone out of my pocket and noted the time was ten to eleven. "You start at one?"
"Nope, I'm covering an extra hour this morning."
"Thanks for the heads up."
She rolled her eyes and slipped into her crocs, black ones with little sword jibbitz. I wondered if people were ever afraid to let her near their children. Not that she worked in paeds. She'd said from the beginning of her studies that she was cold, but not cold enough to deal with injured and sad children.
