Page 25 of Pucking Them
Suddenly, I catch sight of a shock of blond curls on the other side of the arena through the glass.
I straighten, studying Noah with concern, as the short but athletic nurse with tanned skin and rich, amber eyes ambles down the side of the rink. He is dressed in the medical staff uniform with the Bay Rebels logo.
He is only the same age as Shay.
My chest tightens.
I am protective of every sub (a lesson that Fleet taught me early on) but being young and new to this world like Shay is, only strengthens my resolve to help him.
I called Noah as soon as I got out of the meeting with Silas.
Honesty, the number one lesson.
It made my stomach churn, until I wanted to hurl, when I heard how hard Noah had been trying not to cry.
Silas is such a fucking piece of work.
I promised Noah that whether Silas unmasked him or not, then he could stay in one of the sub houses, which I run for 24/7 subs to make sure that they don’t remain in unsafe or abusive situations because they don’t have the money to move out. I even offered that he could stay in the mansion with me if he wanted.
It’s not like I don’t have enough rooms. I haven’t counted them but I think there must be at least thirty bedrooms.
Robyn and Shay have valiantly christened each one of them with me.
I know that my lovers won’t mind if Noah moves in with us, if it protects our colleague who is also Cody’s friend.
Noah’s eyes are red-rimmed.
Shit, he has been crying.
“Fuck,” I mutter, studying Noah’s split lip and bruised jaw.
Who hit him? His asshole dad?
I tighten my hold on my stick, tapping my fingers on it in rhythms of three.
Then I notice the woman who is hurrying to catch up with Noah.
I stiffen.
I don’t recognize her. Should she be in the arena?
Why have security let her through? They were meant to have tightened up procedures.
Who is she?
She is walking like she belongs here. In fact, as if she is planning a takeover of the place.
I narrow my eyes, studying her more closely.
She does look professional, wearing a suit in the team colors. She appears to be my age or possibly, a couple of years older. Her blond hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and her thin lips are stained in a satin berry lipstick.
To my shock, she grabs Noah by the shoulder and spins him around.
He yelps.
Outraged, I start to skate toward them.
But then, I realize that they know each other.
