Steele (Arizona Vengeance #9) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Arizona Vengeance Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
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“Yeah… sure,” I end up saying instead, my heart heavy and a pit in my stomach. “What time do you want me there?”

“Two PM, my office. And then I want you guys out on the ice after that. Tomorrow morning, game films and more ice time. That’s the initial plan for now.”

“Got it,” I murmur.

“See you in a few hours,” Coach says before disconnecting.

I sit my phone down, the pit in my stomach growing a bit heavier. It’s enough of a letdown to us both that I’m going to have to cancel on Ella, but I’m dreading what her reaction will be.

The primary reason she asked me to leave was that I put her after hockey, and while I’ve done a lot to show her I’m in this marriage and she’s my priority, I’m afraid she won’t understand this at all.

I’m afraid this might erase every bit of the work we’ve done to get back on track.

“Fuck,” I curse out loud to my empty house. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I can’t even be happy I’m moving up to the first line, because I’d much rather have my wife invite me back into her heart and our life together.

But this simply cannot be declined.

I don’t have a choice but to do this to her.

Pushing up from the table, I ignore the bills. I don’t bother with an overnight bag. I merely grab my keys before heading out to my car. From within, as I drive to Ella’s house, I call the Ritz and cancel our reservation.



I pull into our driveway, and I just sit there a moment. It’s not that I need time to find the right words, but I need to remind myself this is a legitimate job request that’s been made of me. There have been countless times over my entire career I’ve not been able to be a husband or a father because there are instances where the job must come first.

I remember once a few years ago when Lucy came down with the flu and I was away on an extended road trip. Ordinarily, that would have been something Ella would have handled, but she got sick with it, too. They were both pretty bad off.

Luckily, some of the hockey wives stepped in and helped them both. They were taken to the doctor, and poor Ella had to have a saline infusion because she was so dehydrated. It fucking killed me when I talked to her on the phone, and she piteously begged me to come back.

I couldn’t, of course.

And Ella didn’t mean that as she had admitted later when I returned, and she’d gotten better. She had been delirious with fever and dehydration, and she didn’t even remember the conversation. She laughed it off, even telling me she would have kicked my ass if I’d have flown back for something that was completely handled.

I thought Ella knew that sometimes the job did come first, and we handled it the best way we knew how.

Will I get that from her now?

Will she understand? Will she be excited at the opportunity for me to move to the first line?

Is what I’ve given her the last several weeks enough to show my commitment to making her happy?

With a sigh, I get out of my car and trudge to the door. It takes a bit after ringing it for Ella to answer, and I see why. She’s fresh out of a shower with wet hair and a robe wrapped tight.

She stares in surprise, but then gives me a welcoming smile. “What are you doing here so early?”

Her smile falls, and her expression becomes alarmed. “Oh, God… what happened? Did someone die?”

Well, if I wondered what vibe I was projecting, I have my answer.

Shaking my head, I say, “No one died, but I have some bad news. Can I come in?”

“Of course,” she replies, sympathy heavy in her voice. She has no clue what’s occurred or to whom something had befallen, but she’s ready to be supportive. It makes me that much more leery of telling her the truth.

I have no choice, though.

After I enter and shut the door, I waste no time beating around the bush. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to cancel our trip to the Ritz.”

Ella’s face slackens as her eyes go flat. Her tone is detached, and I can feel her pulling back in spirit. “And why is that?”

“Dax injured his shoulder and is out. I’m moving to the first line, and I have to go in and meet with the other guys. Coach wants us on the ice to practice.”

“But you practice with these guys all the time,” she counters. And I expected this. Ella knows everything about professional hockey, inside and out. I do indeed practice with the first line frequently for just such reasons.

I scrub my hand through my hair in frustration, knowing nothing I say will make it better. “We’ve got an important game coming up against the Cold Fury. Coach wants us to put in extra ice time.”


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