Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Jett glares, though there is no anger in his glare. “Why not? I should knock his ass out.”
I snort. “Because I’d have to kick you out for the season and fine you.”
He gathers me closer, eyeing me. “You’d do that?”
“You know I would. I need a new jumbotron in my rink.”
He rolls his eyes, but as I wanted, he laughs softly. “You drive me mad, Fable Winthrop.”
Jett’s lips drop to mine once more, and I fall into his kiss. I love how everything just shuts off when his lips are on mine. How nothing in this world matters but my heart beating with his.
“Jett! Get on the ice and warm up! I refuse to lose the Cup because you’d rather make out with your girl!” Bea yells, at which everyone’s catcalls and teasing become a bit louder.
I’m pretty sure someone is singing, “Jett and Fable, kissing in the rink,” but all I feel are his lips and his hand holding me ever so close. We both grin at the same time, and when I open my eyes, he’s looking at me so reverently, my heart trips over itself.
“Come out with me tonight,” he says as he presses his forehead to mine. “We’re going to celebrate our win at the Thirsty Pine.”
I snort. “One, you haven’t won yet—”
“We’re going to win, and then I’ll not only rub it in Butler’s face that we won, but that I got the best girl that the world has to offer.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re incorrigible.”
Jett flashes me a wide grin. “When it comes to you, yeah,” he agrees, kissing my lips. “Will you come?”
“If you win.” I don’t doubt him in the slightest, but I have to give him a hard time.
He winks. “We will.”
“Then I’ll be your date.”
Jett threads our fingers together, bringing my wrist to his lips. “You’re my forever date.”
He kisses my wrist before heading toward the ice. He looks over his shoulder, giving me butterflies as he winks.
And yeah, forever with Jett Cook is sounding pretty damn good.
The Belles won, barely.
The game was super tight at one a piece, and boy was the play rough. Lots of checking and cheap shots. Jett went to the box twice, and Jasper went three times, the two gunning for each other. There were a few times there that I was convinced Jett was going to drop his gloves. I was already dreading hearing Bea’s mouth when I’d have to suspend him and fine him. Instead, he scored the winning goal in overtime.
I screamed like he’d scored the winning goal in the Stanley Cup Finals.
We stand together at a high-top in the middle of the crowded Thirsty Pine that’s right outside of town. I’ve never been here before, and while it’s not my scene, I’m enjoying myself. The Thirsty Pine is a rustic-looking place, with heads of different forest animals on the walls. I’m sure my mother would be horrified by this place, which is probably why I’m enjoying myself. A wall is dedicated to the Thirsty Pine Frosty Mugs team, with broken sticks and photos of the times they won the Cup. There are pool tables, dart boards, and a dance floor that is full of people line dancing. It’s loud and super overstimulating, but with Jett’s body against mine, I feel calm.
“Fable, have I told you lately how amazing you are?” Liam asks, waggling his brows at me.
Like I think Liam wanted, Jett glares. “She knows, because her man tells her.”
I roll my eyes at him while Liam completely ignores him. “No, I’m not kidding. You are killing it with all that you’re doing with the Thistle. You’re helping our boy here meet his goals, and for that, you’re amazing.”
Pride swells in my chest. “That means a lot. I think it’s because we work well together.”
“We do,” Jett agrees, kissing my temple. “And you are amazing.”
I giggle to myself as Dean leans on the table. “Next, I need the south rink redone.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” I gush. “That’s my goal for next summer, I want to see how much revenue we can bring in for travel season, and if things go the way we want, then we should be able to do a huge overhaul.”
Dean holds up his hand for a high five, and I give it willingly. Despite the glare that Jett flashes us. Liam laughs as he pulls Dean away from the table. “We’ll get the next round.”
Jett’s fingers knead into my hip, and I take a pull of my drink. As I swallow, he brings his lips to my ear. “Do you know how hot it makes me when you talk about our rink?”
My face flushes as I turn my head so that our eyes meet. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says, his eyes searching mine. I cup his jaw, running my thumb through the coarse hair. “You really are doing amazing things, Fable.”