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the back entrance. “I’ll see you by the rink. Oh. And Luca. People are going to hit me. That’s part of the game. Don’t kill them.”
He winked at me. “Got it, annywl . No worries.”
I spun around and faced him. “You better not have called me something nasty. What is that language anyway?”
He chuckled, then touched the tip of my nose. “I would never call you something nasty. It means ‘dear’ in Welsh.”
“You speak Welsh?”
“I should hope so. I grew up in Wales.”
Before I could pepper him with a million questions, my teammates swept me into the locker room. Over their heads, I saw Luca standing in the parking lot, watching me.
“Fess up, Radiance! Who is that beautiful piece of eye candy?”
“Yeah. Where have you been keeping him?”
I inwardly cringed knowing that variations of this question would be asked all during practice. The Broken Cherries were a kickass derby team, but they were also tenacious when it came to ferreting out love life details. Since I hadn’t had a social life to speak of for the last few years, I was ripe for the picking.
The unexpected upside of Luca’s appearance: no one asked me about being named the Ashworth heir. Granted a few weeks had passed since the announcement, but the media hadn’t tired of the story so I appeared in the headlines with alarming frequency. I failed to understand what so was fascinating about me. I never did anything interesting at all, at least not in a dimension they could witness. Unless they thought watching cars pass through the estate’s gates was exciting.
It was a matter of time before the more salacious gossip rags started making shit up about me. I sighed and double-checked the laces on my skates. There were only so many things I could worry about. On the scale of cosmic importance, the newspapers ranked at the bottom.
Our coach, derby name—Major Domo—blew her whistle. “Enough of the chatter, cupcakes. Get out there and practice formations. I hope you all studied the playbook because we are going to practice each and every one of them. Twice.”
There was a collective groan along with an air of charged excitement as we left the locker room. For the next few hours, all I thought about was skating and derby strategy. The entire time, Luca observed, arms crossed over his chest, back against the wall. A silent sentinel watching over me. To his credit, never once did he appear bored.
Several times throughout practice, a benched skater would wander over to chat with him. He appeared to answer politely enough, but his attention never wavered and his alert posture never softened. Whatever he said to my teammates seemed to please them or at least placate them. They chattered and speculated about his identity and our relationship status. After the initial checkout, they didn’t approach him again.
By the end of practice, my legs quivered like rubber and sweat coated my body. Oh yeah, I had badly needed the distraction, the mental release from my new life.
Since Luca had been so polite to my friends, I took a quick shower, then begged out of the after-practice diner run.
“Sure, honey. We understand. I’d ditch us, too, if I had that piece of ass waiting for me,” said Cara, the team captain, AKA Pain-dora. She’d recruited me and taught me the ropes.
“Yeah, yeah.” I waved off all the innuendo and escaped the locker room, cheeks blazing at my teammates’ more creative sexual suggestions.
“Piece of ass?” Luca said with a bemused expression on his face.
“Oh God. You heard that?” Stupid question to ask a supernatural being. Of course he heard. He could probably hear a butterfly pass gas a mile away. Could I be any more embarrassed in one evening?
“Occupational hazard. No need to ditch your friends on my account. Are you sure you don’t want to eat out? They sound like fun.”
“No way. You don’t need to know all my secrets.”
Tucking a damp strand of my hair behind my ear, he leaned down, light
He winked at me. “Got it, annywl . No worries.”
I spun around and faced him. “You better not have called me something nasty. What is that language anyway?”
He chuckled, then touched the tip of my nose. “I would never call you something nasty. It means ‘dear’ in Welsh.”
“You speak Welsh?”
“I should hope so. I grew up in Wales.”
Before I could pepper him with a million questions, my teammates swept me into the locker room. Over their heads, I saw Luca standing in the parking lot, watching me.
“Fess up, Radiance! Who is that beautiful piece of eye candy?”
“Yeah. Where have you been keeping him?”
I inwardly cringed knowing that variations of this question would be asked all during practice. The Broken Cherries were a kickass derby team, but they were also tenacious when it came to ferreting out love life details. Since I hadn’t had a social life to speak of for the last few years, I was ripe for the picking.
The unexpected upside of Luca’s appearance: no one asked me about being named the Ashworth heir. Granted a few weeks had passed since the announcement, but the media hadn’t tired of the story so I appeared in the headlines with alarming frequency. I failed to understand what so was fascinating about me. I never did anything interesting at all, at least not in a dimension they could witness. Unless they thought watching cars pass through the estate’s gates was exciting.
It was a matter of time before the more salacious gossip rags started making shit up about me. I sighed and double-checked the laces on my skates. There were only so many things I could worry about. On the scale of cosmic importance, the newspapers ranked at the bottom.
Our coach, derby name—Major Domo—blew her whistle. “Enough of the chatter, cupcakes. Get out there and practice formations. I hope you all studied the playbook because we are going to practice each and every one of them. Twice.”
There was a collective groan along with an air of charged excitement as we left the locker room. For the next few hours, all I thought about was skating and derby strategy. The entire time, Luca observed, arms crossed over his chest, back against the wall. A silent sentinel watching over me. To his credit, never once did he appear bored.
Several times throughout practice, a benched skater would wander over to chat with him. He appeared to answer politely enough, but his attention never wavered and his alert posture never softened. Whatever he said to my teammates seemed to please them or at least placate them. They chattered and speculated about his identity and our relationship status. After the initial checkout, they didn’t approach him again.
By the end of practice, my legs quivered like rubber and sweat coated my body. Oh yeah, I had badly needed the distraction, the mental release from my new life.
Since Luca had been so polite to my friends, I took a quick shower, then begged out of the after-practice diner run.
“Sure, honey. We understand. I’d ditch us, too, if I had that piece of ass waiting for me,” said Cara, the team captain, AKA Pain-dora. She’d recruited me and taught me the ropes.
“Yeah, yeah.” I waved off all the innuendo and escaped the locker room, cheeks blazing at my teammates’ more creative sexual suggestions.
“Piece of ass?” Luca said with a bemused expression on his face.
“Oh God. You heard that?” Stupid question to ask a supernatural being. Of course he heard. He could probably hear a butterfly pass gas a mile away. Could I be any more embarrassed in one evening?
“Occupational hazard. No need to ditch your friends on my account. Are you sure you don’t want to eat out? They sound like fun.”
“No way. You don’t need to know all my secrets.”
Tucking a damp strand of my hair behind my ear, he leaned down, light
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