Since I was a kid, making it into the World Hockey League was the ultimate goal. No relationship could match my first love, and after my rough childhood, I wasn't putting my heart on the line.
When Bellerive makes a successful bid to move the Califo...
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After being gone for a week and a half, it's been strange to be back in the office. Since I opened my business for low-income customers and pro bono work, I've never taken so much time off in a row. But it's hard to be sure if the strange sensation in the pit of my stomach has to do with catching up with clients and figuring out where I'm at with everyone, or if it's about Dalton becoming more connected to the team.
If I'd known it was even possible for Dalton to become a factor in the Bellerive Bullets organization, I'm certain I wouldn't have taken the job. It's bad enough that I have to see him at social functions and pretend like we ended things amicably, but having to sit in meetings with him might undo the progress I've made since I left him.
Of course, I can't tell Logan any of that.
Keeping that truth from him also feels uncomfortable. A part of me wants to tell Logan exactly the kind of man Dalton Worthington is, unload all that trauma. The more time we spend together, the more I want Logan to know everything, every part of me. Giving him my hi온라인카지노게임 might make things better for me, but I'm certain my truths would make things worse for Logan and the team.
"You good?" Bituin asks as she clicks through files on the computer. "No Logan today?"
"Rest day," I say. He's at my house waiting for me, and I check my watch again. Matilda and her son should be here any minute.
"Are you okay if I leave? I have a nail appointment."
"Sure. Matilda isn't usually late." Normally, that wouldn't bother me in the slightest, but after having the intense one-on-one time with Logan on the road, I just want more. "You can leave. I'll give her another ten minutes and then assume something came up."
"See you tomorrow," Bituin says, logging off the computer and turning off the monitor.
I'm in the weight and workout room when I hear the front doorbell go. "In the gym," I call as I check my watch again and see a message from Matilda. Before I can read it, someone clears their throat.
But when I glance up, ice shoots through my veins. "What are you doing here?"
"Since I'm now one of your bosses, I thought I'd stop by," Dalton says. "Never thought you'd be working for me again, did you?"
"I never worked for you in the first place," I say, swallowing.
He leans a shoulder against the only exit from the room unless I jump out a window. "That was quite a show your boy put on for the world this past week. You going to break his heart too?"
My thoughts get jumbled at the implication that I broke Dalton's heart. It's not true, but I don't know how to clearly and concisely refute it—like my brain won't work. The fight, flight, freeze mechanism is in full "deer in the headlights" mode.
"All those public displays were a bit juvenile, don't you think? A bit forced. A more mature man who has a better sense of what's appropriate and when is more your speed. Someone to help keep the Tucker name as one that's worth something in this country. I'm actually really concerned about you. Such erratic behavior. You've been all over the place since we broke up."
