Page 227 of Don't Fall for the Goalie
Heat rushes into my face while Daltyn glares murderously at all of them. “Try shutting the fuck up for once.”
Connor points toward him again. “LOOK AT HIM. Defensive. Emotional. Irritated. Classic symptoms.”
Allie leans toward me conspiratorially. “He’s been unbearable all morning.”
“I can still hear you,” Connor says.
“No one cares.”
I bite back a laugh while Daltyn’s hand settles automatically against my lower back.
The contact feels natural now.
Steadying. Possessive. Safe.
And judging by the way every single teammate notices? Not subtle.
Today’s event is some kind of Green Mountain Avalanche community kickoff thing before the season officially starts.
Fans everywhere.
Kids running around.
Tables set up for autographs and photos.
Media cameras.
And apparently chaos.
The second we walk farther inside, Connor’s mouth falls open dramatically. “Oh my God.”
Daltyn narrows his eyes. “What?”
Connor points at me like he’s witnessing a supernatural event. “The jersey.”
I blink, then glance down.
Right.
Thejersey.
Daltyn gave it to me this morning after staring into mycloset for a solid thirty seconds before muttering, "You need better hockey-related clothing."
So now I’m standing in the middle of the event wearing his Avalanche jersey.
His name and number stretched across my back.
GUYER.
35.
The room suddenly feels significantly warmer.
Jake lets out a low whistle.
Cole looks emotional. “We lost him, boys.”
Ford folds his arms while staring directly at Daltyn. “You gave her your jersey?”
