Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
It just needs a headline catchy enough to trend.
And no one in this city loves a scandal more than Railers fans.
I wince, praying the image doesn’t end up splashed across Railers Rumors before the day is over. The last thing I need is Hugh questioning my judgment or Evelyn side-eyeing me in meetings. She believed in me when no one else did. If she thinks I’ve crossed a professional line, I don’t know how I’ll recover. Every sponsor I’ve spent years cultivating will wonder if I earned this position or if it was handed to me because I’m sleeping with Chicago’s very own Big O.
“I mean it,” I say, my voice trembling under the weight of what’s at stake. I hasten my pace, as if it’s possible to outrun the panic pressing in on me. “This has the potential to ruin everything.”
“Babe.”
Even though his tone remains calm, there’s iron threaded through it. His footsteps match mine until he’s right beside me, close enough that his shoulder brushes mine.
When he reaches for my hand, I jerk away before he can catch it.
“This—us—isn’t going away,” he says quietly, but there’s nothing gentle about it. “You think you can keep me in the shadows, but I’m not built for that. And I’m done letting you keep parts of yourself hidden from me.”
A jolt runs through me at the force of his conviction. It should scare the crap out of me. And maybe, on some level, it does. But it also cracks something wide open. For one reckless moment, I imagine what it would feel like to stop fighting him.
And just let myself fall.
Then reality rushes back in, brutal as the icy air inside the rink against my flushed skin.
I can’t.
Not when it could stop my career cold.
“You don’t get it, do you?” I whisper with a shake of my head. “If that picture makes it back to the front office, I could lose everything I’ve worked so hard for.”
Oliver doesn’t blink. He lifts his hand, and his knuckles brush along my jaw.
“No, baby. You’re the one who doesn’t get it. I’m all in. Whether you want to admit it or not, this is happening.”
I can’t help but lean into his touch. He looks at me as if I already belong to him—whether I’ve signed off on it or not.
The thought is intoxicating.
And terrifying.
I jerk back before I melt completely, and shove down the weakness. “Fine. But inside that arena? We’re co-workers and nothing more. Do you hear me?”
His jaw tics, the muscle flexing. For a second, I think he’ll argue.
Instead, his mouth curves into something dark, edged with promise. “We’ll play it your way for now, but don’t expect that to last forever.”
As we approach the glass entrance, our reflections blur and merge in the door. For one dizzying second, it looks like we belong together. Then the motion-sensor light flicks on, washing away the illusion.
The glass reflects everything I’ve spent years building. A version of me that looks calm, composed, and untouchable.
I almost don’t recognize that woman anymore.
Nerves buzz beneath my skin as I school my expression into something neutral, the look I’ve perfected for the cameras and locker-room interviews.
Every step deeper into the arena feels like a step closer to disaster.
And even knowing how badly this could blow up in my face, I still can’t make myself stop.
32
Oliver
The day ends with Rina curled against me on the couch, her body tucked into mine, my hand spread protectively over her barely-there bump while I murmur to the baby growing inside her.
“Can you believe that, Little O? Your mom thinks she can keep us a secret, but that’s not going to happen.”
With a groan, she swats at my chest, the faint twitch of her lips giving her away. For the first time since the women on the sidewalk lifted their phones and took our picture, Rina looks at ease.
For a fleeting moment, the world feels simple.
Just her, me, and the tiny heartbeat I swear I can almost feel beneath my palm. Just the thought of that life growing inside her hits me like a punch to the gut.
The need to touch her rushes through me, impossible to ignore. I give in, sliding my hand beneath her chin and tilting her face upward until I’m lost in her eyes.
“Any chance you’re looking for something tonight?”
The corners of her mouth lift. “Possibly.”
A chuckle rumbles out of me. “Good. That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear.”
I lower my mouth until our breaths mingle, teasing her with the promise of more. When our lips finally collide, the kiss is drawn out just enough for me to savor the taste of her. But it doesn’t stay that way for long. The caress deepens, turning needy as I coax her mouth open and slide my tongue against hers until we’re on the verge of losing control. Her fingers fist my shirt before tugging me closer.