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like ten. This is your home. We are your family. You belong here with us.”
She laid her head on his shoulder, sighing. He had no idea how much she needed to hear that right now.
The game started, and both Austin and Henrik seemed to be having a good night, but that was usual for them. They always excelled when they played together, which was why Leila got the pleasure of watching them win two national titles while in college. They’d been separated during the draft, Henrik going to Calgary in the first round, and Austin coming to New York in the early second. It didn’t take long for Austin to work his way up from the fourth line, and when he became the Rangers leading scorer, he made the request for a leading assist man in the league. That spring, the management traded for Henrik just before the trade deadline, and the Rangers made it all the way to the conference finals that year.
She smiled as she watched her brother and Henrik speed down the ice next to each other. To think, the day she watched them graduate, she actually thought she’d seen the last of Henrik Rylander. Drew leaned over and whispered in her ear as the crowd jumped to their feet after a great save by the goalie. “Seriously, Leila. What’s going on between you two?”
Leila turned, confused. “Between who?”
“Between you and Mr. Can’t Focus On The Game over there.” Drew gestured, pointing toward the ice.
Henrik, first in the long line of players sitting on the bench after their line change was the only one not watching the game. No, Henrik looked directly across the ice at her. Her cheeks heated with embarrassment.
“I know all of Henrik’s looks,” Drew explained, his gaze contemplative. “That one, I don’t recognize.”
“You’re reading too much into it,” she tried, but she had to admit, she didn’t recognize it either. It was intense and analytical, making her wonder if maybe he was simply trying to figure out the same thing she was right now.
What the hell was she doing here?
Not just at the game, but in New York in general. Was she running away, or making a pathetic attempt to move on? Either way, she was failing at both. She dropped his gaze, afraid he might see the truth in hers, not that it wasn’t painfully obvious. She was an erratic mess who didn’t have a clue. She was pretty sure everyone knew by now.
Chapter 8
HENRIK’S GIFT
Henrik rubbed a tired hand over his face, frustrated by the usual media scrum surrounding him at his locker after the game. He’d shot the overtime winning goal, so unfortunately, that meant he was the hot commodity for an interview. He’d asked them to repeat the same question twice, because he was too busy thinking about Leila to pay attention.
She’d come to the game.
He knew Drew planned to drag her out of the apartment one way or another, but he wanted to think it had something to do with their conversation earlier that day. He wasn’t sure why he cared, but he did. There was no point lying to himself about it. For some unfathomable reason he wanted her there tonight. He’d felt it as soon as he spotted her, that rush of adrenaline hitting his system. It usually only happened after a goal, or right before a fight, but tonight all it took was her presence. It was very similar to how he felt that night after opening his hotel room door to find her standing there all leggy and vulnerable, scowling at him.
He wasn’t willing to let that sensation go quite yet. It made him feel alive, or maybe it just made him feel something. Either way, he wanted more. Craved it.
He graciously waved off the remaining questions and made a beeline for the showers. It was the fastest exit he’d made from the locker room in years, and even then, he was too late. As he walked out of the door toward the waiting area for family and friends, only Drew stood waiting for him.
The disappointment must have been evident on his face, because his brother
She laid her head on his shoulder, sighing. He had no idea how much she needed to hear that right now.
The game started, and both Austin and Henrik seemed to be having a good night, but that was usual for them. They always excelled when they played together, which was why Leila got the pleasure of watching them win two national titles while in college. They’d been separated during the draft, Henrik going to Calgary in the first round, and Austin coming to New York in the early second. It didn’t take long for Austin to work his way up from the fourth line, and when he became the Rangers leading scorer, he made the request for a leading assist man in the league. That spring, the management traded for Henrik just before the trade deadline, and the Rangers made it all the way to the conference finals that year.
She smiled as she watched her brother and Henrik speed down the ice next to each other. To think, the day she watched them graduate, she actually thought she’d seen the last of Henrik Rylander. Drew leaned over and whispered in her ear as the crowd jumped to their feet after a great save by the goalie. “Seriously, Leila. What’s going on between you two?”
Leila turned, confused. “Between who?”
“Between you and Mr. Can’t Focus On The Game over there.” Drew gestured, pointing toward the ice.
Henrik, first in the long line of players sitting on the bench after their line change was the only one not watching the game. No, Henrik looked directly across the ice at her. Her cheeks heated with embarrassment.
“I know all of Henrik’s looks,” Drew explained, his gaze contemplative. “That one, I don’t recognize.”
“You’re reading too much into it,” she tried, but she had to admit, she didn’t recognize it either. It was intense and analytical, making her wonder if maybe he was simply trying to figure out the same thing she was right now.
What the hell was she doing here?
Not just at the game, but in New York in general. Was she running away, or making a pathetic attempt to move on? Either way, she was failing at both. She dropped his gaze, afraid he might see the truth in hers, not that it wasn’t painfully obvious. She was an erratic mess who didn’t have a clue. She was pretty sure everyone knew by now.
Chapter 8
HENRIK’S GIFT
Henrik rubbed a tired hand over his face, frustrated by the usual media scrum surrounding him at his locker after the game. He’d shot the overtime winning goal, so unfortunately, that meant he was the hot commodity for an interview. He’d asked them to repeat the same question twice, because he was too busy thinking about Leila to pay attention.
She’d come to the game.
He knew Drew planned to drag her out of the apartment one way or another, but he wanted to think it had something to do with their conversation earlier that day. He wasn’t sure why he cared, but he did. There was no point lying to himself about it. For some unfathomable reason he wanted her there tonight. He’d felt it as soon as he spotted her, that rush of adrenaline hitting his system. It usually only happened after a goal, or right before a fight, but tonight all it took was her presence. It was very similar to how he felt that night after opening his hotel room door to find her standing there all leggy and vulnerable, scowling at him.
He wasn’t willing to let that sensation go quite yet. It made him feel alive, or maybe it just made him feel something. Either way, he wanted more. Craved it.
He graciously waved off the remaining questions and made a beeline for the showers. It was the fastest exit he’d made from the locker room in years, and even then, he was too late. As he walked out of the door toward the waiting area for family and friends, only Drew stood waiting for him.
The disappointment must have been evident on his face, because his brother
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