Rushing the Goal
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“But what if we decide we don’t want to live together at the end of January?”
His face was stone as he held her gaze. “We will.”
“How do you know? You frustrate the hell out of me, you know that?”
He scoffed. “Good, I love the way you look when you’re mad,” he said, nibbling at her jaw. Rolling her eyes, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he looked up at her, his nose pressing into hers. “This is going to work. Me and you. Just accept it.”
“Anything can become a factor, anything can break us.”
“Not if we don’t let it.”
She eyed him, unable to understand how he could be so confident about them. “How? How are you so self-assured?”
“Because I met someone who, without even realizing it, reassures me to believe in us.”
Her lips curved. “I do?”
He nodded. “Yup, every time you try to fight what’s happening between us, it only makes me want to fight you harder for you. Just FYI, I’m a scrapper. I will win.”
She grinned. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah,” he said, rolling them over. “I beat alcoholism, I worked my ass off to earn my spot back in the NHL, and every day I strive to be a good man. It used to be for Ava and Leary, but now, I want to be a good man for you.”
She paused, her heart stopping in her chest. “Do you still miss them?”
He met her gaze and he nodded, his pain visible. “I miss the stuff I can remember. I miss their smiles. The way Leary said ‘Daddy.’ How Ava used to look at me with love in her eyes when I was me, not the drunk. She hated the drunk. Can’t blame her. I hated him too because I missed a lot.”
“That’s awful,” she said, her eyes widening as he nodded.
“It is. I don’t remember the cool things at all. Like Leary’s first steps, her first words, or anything like that. It’s sad and it’s something I have had to learn to deal with. I asked for a lot of forgiveness. For the longest time, I blamed myself. But I was sick. So sick.”
“Alcoholism is scary.”
“It is,” he agreed as her heart ached for him. “I know now, if I had a chance to go back to all that, to do it differently, I—” He paused, and she knew what he was going to say next. That he’d go back and do it all over again, that he’d be the husband Ava needed and the father Leary deserved. She expected it. It was who he was, a good man, no matter that she never would have had the chance to be with him. That she never would have had the chance to be fully happy.
Looking down, he cleared his throat. “I would have gotten divorced when Ava asked the first time, and then I would have been the father Leary needed once I got clean.”
She exhaled deeply, surprised. He looked up, their eyes meeting. “I hurt them enough. I broke their trust. I lost my chance to be good for them. I know that now, and I’m not trying to disrespect their memory—”
“Never,” she answered. “I would never think that.”
“But they would have been better off without me.”
Her heart was in her throat as she held him. “It takes a real man to know that.”
“I’ve grown from it, accepted it, learned from it. And now, I just want to be better than what I was to them. I want to honor them by making you and Angie happy. I want to do right by you two.”
Swallowing hard, she smiled. “I want the same.”
“Good. You got it,” he said, kissing her lips softly. But she didn’t kiss him back like she normally did. No, she was too consumed with her feelings, her worries. When he pulled back, he looked confused as he asked, “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head and she hated how the tears threatened to fall. “I’m worried about Angie.”
His eyes filled with compassion as he held her gaze. “Me too.”
“Do you think she’s okay?”
“I hope so.”
Emotion choked her as she closed her eyes. “Do you think tomorrow is going to be bad?”
Rolling them over, her body pressing into his hard one, he hugged her. “You know what? I don’t know. I know that’s not the answer you want. I know you want me to tell you it’s going to go great. But I don’t know, and I’m sorry I don’t,” he said, his mouth near hers as he spoke. “But I can promise you, no matter what happens, I will stand beside you, and I will be there for you through it all. Okay?”
Yeah, her heart was going nuts, and it took everything not to cry out in joy. If it had been her mother, she would have promised it would be fine. That everything would work out. But Benji didn’t do that. He just promised he’d be there, and that almost made it all better.
Almost.
But even with the nasty feeling in her stomach, she knew she’d be okay. Not because she was always okay, but because she had Benji.
Lucy was going to need Benji too.
Because when she got to the rink…
Rick was nowhere in sight.
“I don’t understand why he isn’t answering the phone,” she said frantically, calling him for the ninth time.
“Maybe they overslept?” her mom said, hopeful and always so damn positive. “It’s early.”
But Lucy shook her head, dread filling her chest as it went to voice mail once more. It was taking everything out of her not to lose it. Not to scream. Not to drive over there and kick Rick’s ass. She knew she couldn’t do that, though, that it would only make matters worse. Plus, she was a fucking lady. Most of the time.
His face was stone as he held her gaze. “We will.”
“How do you know? You frustrate the hell out of me, you know that?”
He scoffed. “Good, I love the way you look when you’re mad,” he said, nibbling at her jaw. Rolling her eyes, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he looked up at her, his nose pressing into hers. “This is going to work. Me and you. Just accept it.”
“Anything can become a factor, anything can break us.”
“Not if we don’t let it.”
She eyed him, unable to understand how he could be so confident about them. “How? How are you so self-assured?”
“Because I met someone who, without even realizing it, reassures me to believe in us.”
Her lips curved. “I do?”
He nodded. “Yup, every time you try to fight what’s happening between us, it only makes me want to fight you harder for you. Just FYI, I’m a scrapper. I will win.”
She grinned. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah,” he said, rolling them over. “I beat alcoholism, I worked my ass off to earn my spot back in the NHL, and every day I strive to be a good man. It used to be for Ava and Leary, but now, I want to be a good man for you.”
She paused, her heart stopping in her chest. “Do you still miss them?”
He met her gaze and he nodded, his pain visible. “I miss the stuff I can remember. I miss their smiles. The way Leary said ‘Daddy.’ How Ava used to look at me with love in her eyes when I was me, not the drunk. She hated the drunk. Can’t blame her. I hated him too because I missed a lot.”
“That’s awful,” she said, her eyes widening as he nodded.
“It is. I don’t remember the cool things at all. Like Leary’s first steps, her first words, or anything like that. It’s sad and it’s something I have had to learn to deal with. I asked for a lot of forgiveness. For the longest time, I blamed myself. But I was sick. So sick.”
“Alcoholism is scary.”
“It is,” he agreed as her heart ached for him. “I know now, if I had a chance to go back to all that, to do it differently, I—” He paused, and she knew what he was going to say next. That he’d go back and do it all over again, that he’d be the husband Ava needed and the father Leary deserved. She expected it. It was who he was, a good man, no matter that she never would have had the chance to be with him. That she never would have had the chance to be fully happy.
Looking down, he cleared his throat. “I would have gotten divorced when Ava asked the first time, and then I would have been the father Leary needed once I got clean.”
She exhaled deeply, surprised. He looked up, their eyes meeting. “I hurt them enough. I broke their trust. I lost my chance to be good for them. I know that now, and I’m not trying to disrespect their memory—”
“Never,” she answered. “I would never think that.”
“But they would have been better off without me.”
Her heart was in her throat as she held him. “It takes a real man to know that.”
“I’ve grown from it, accepted it, learned from it. And now, I just want to be better than what I was to them. I want to honor them by making you and Angie happy. I want to do right by you two.”
Swallowing hard, she smiled. “I want the same.”
“Good. You got it,” he said, kissing her lips softly. But she didn’t kiss him back like she normally did. No, she was too consumed with her feelings, her worries. When he pulled back, he looked confused as he asked, “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head and she hated how the tears threatened to fall. “I’m worried about Angie.”
His eyes filled with compassion as he held her gaze. “Me too.”
“Do you think she’s okay?”
“I hope so.”
Emotion choked her as she closed her eyes. “Do you think tomorrow is going to be bad?”
Rolling them over, her body pressing into his hard one, he hugged her. “You know what? I don’t know. I know that’s not the answer you want. I know you want me to tell you it’s going to go great. But I don’t know, and I’m sorry I don’t,” he said, his mouth near hers as he spoke. “But I can promise you, no matter what happens, I will stand beside you, and I will be there for you through it all. Okay?”
Yeah, her heart was going nuts, and it took everything not to cry out in joy. If it had been her mother, she would have promised it would be fine. That everything would work out. But Benji didn’t do that. He just promised he’d be there, and that almost made it all better.
Almost.
But even with the nasty feeling in her stomach, she knew she’d be okay. Not because she was always okay, but because she had Benji.
Lucy was going to need Benji too.
Because when she got to the rink…
Rick was nowhere in sight.
“I don’t understand why he isn’t answering the phone,” she said frantically, calling him for the ninth time.
“Maybe they overslept?” her mom said, hopeful and always so damn positive. “It’s early.”
But Lucy shook her head, dread filling her chest as it went to voice mail once more. It was taking everything out of her not to lose it. Not to scream. Not to drive over there and kick Rick’s ass. She knew she couldn’t do that, though, that it would only make matters worse. Plus, she was a fucking lady. Most of the time.
