Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“Do we really have to?” I ask, not really wanting to spend the night looking at the screen while my eyes try to find Zane.
“Yes,” Kylie replies, “it’s a big game.”
“Every game is a big game.” I roll my eyes, walking into the kitchen where Ariella is putting everything she needs for the margaritas in a pitcher and then stirring it while the other girls turn the television on and the announcers start talking.
“Who wants a margarita? Who wants wine?” I ask over my shoulder, going to get the glasses. Kylie and Lexi both vote for margaritas. I pour them each a glass before walking over and handing it to them. “You’re welcome,” I tell them before walking back to the kitchen, grabbing mine, and heading for the living room.
I roll up in the corner of the L-shaped couch, curling my feet under me as I look at the screen. The guys are taking the ice and skating in their zone, and my eyes automatically go behind the bench. My heart feels like it’s going to explode when I see him walking out, wearing one of his blue suits with a darker blue tie. I take a sip of my margarita, ignoring the way the back of my neck starts to tingle. “I really hope they win,” Kylie says.
“They need to win,” Ariella states and instead of saying anything, I just drink my margarita. “Look,” Ariella says to Jagger, pointing to the television screen, “Daddy.”
“Dadadada,” Jagger babbles, pointing to the screen and then slapping Lexi’s leg to show her that his father is on TV.
The anthem starts playing and the camera pans to the benches and I catch sight of Zane. His eyes are looking ahead. “Fuck, he’s hot,” I say the words out loud instead of in my head, and my eyes go big. Three sets of eyes turn back to look at me. “What?”
“Did you just call Zane hot?” Kylie giggles.
I exhale. “Yeah,” I admit, draining the rest of my drink, “I did.” I get up, avoiding them looking at me, but I can feel the three of them staring at me and then at each other.
I pour myself another glass and bring the pitcher with me to the family room. “You missed your hottie on the screen again.” Lexi rolls her lips to try not to laugh, as Ariella snickers with her glass in front of her mouth.
“I’m sure I’ll see plenty of shots of him,” I mumble.
The doorbell saves me from them saying anything else. Ariella comes back into the room with two boxes of pizza and then takes out two trays of sushi she had in her fridge.
I get up to help her, carrying in the plates and a roll of paper towels so we don’t have to get up. The middle of the table looks like it’s going to explode with food when Kylie shouts, “Goal!”
“You know, I think the game is over, we could find out now if they won or not,” I tell her and she gasps at me.
“Do you know the score?” She sits up straight. “Did you check? Did they win?” She puts her hands on her face. “Did they lose?”
“You need to calm down.” I point at her. “I literally went to the kitchen and came back.” I shake my head. “And my phone is right there.” I point to the place on the couch where I was sitting.
I grab a piece of sushi before sitting down in the corner again and looking at the screen to see the other team score. “That’s not good,” I say. Instead of the camera zooming in on the other player, it goes straight to Zane, who is looking up at the Jumbotron at the replay of the game.
“I guess he’s hot,” Ariella mentions, “in like a burly type of way.” I snort out when she says that. “The beard is a lot.”
“I love the beard,” I mumble, thinking they aren’t paying attention to me, but I would be wrong. “What? You can’t sit there and say he’s not hot,” I defend. “The beard is hot. The way his biceps bulge in his suit jacket.” I shrug. “Hot.” They turn back to watch television, leaving me with my own thoughts. Four glasses of margaritas later and half a tray of sushi, and my feet are stretched out in front of me. Ariella is on the other side of the couch with Jagger beside her drinking his bottle. Lexi and Kylie are sitting on the floor, their backs against the couch. “I think I’m in love with him.” I sigh.
“With who?” Ariella laughs and looks at me.
“With Zane,” I admit, pointing to the screen that is showing the guys playing hockey.
“Zane, Zane?” Lexi turns to look at me.
“The coach, Zane?” Kylie then does the same motion that Lexi just did, turning to look at me.