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CHAPTER10
PULL THE GOALIE
CALLIE
Remove the goalie from the ice in order to temporarily replace him with an extra skater (attacker).
I wake up with a gasp,my heart beating loudly. I look around the room to see Leo in the bed with me, still fully clothed and sound asleep.
Needing to move, I get up and walk over to the window. Early morning sun casts down on the blue waters, white sand calling my name.
Barefoot and wearing the same dress I wore last night, I leave Leo sleeping in my room and make my way down to the beach to feel the sand between my toes. Maybe here I can think.
As soon as my toes hit the heat, relief floods through me. While I’m not fully aware of what all this means, I think back to Leo on the bathroom floor last night.
Okay, so let’s regroup and think about last night, as horrific as it was. I pretended I was drunk so Leo wouldn’t notice Iwasn’tdrinking. I danced with him and then had a mental breakdown and threw the pregnancy test at him. In front of Remy. The biggest loud-ass motherfucker in the world.
I bet the entire hotel knows now. And then Leo showed up at my room, drunk, told me not to get an abortion and fell asleep on me.
Fuck. This is entirely my fault, and now I’ve not only changed my life but his too with an unplanned pregnancy.
“Callie!” I turn around to see Ami jogging toward me. “Are you okay, honey?” she asks, wrapping her arms around my shoulder.
We walk a few feet and then sit down in the sand. While I’m still wearing my dress from last night, Ami’s dressed like she’s been running on the beach all morning. “Have you already worked out?” I sweep away tears from my cheeks.
“Yeah. Needed to sweat a little. Seriously.” She bumps my shoulder with hers. “Are you okay?”
I want to say, look at me, do I look okay? But I don’t. Sighing, I gaze at my toes in the sand, focusing on the way the tiny grains look like diamonds on my perfectly manicured toes. “I don’t know. I told him last night.”
“What’d he say?”
“Not much. Was so drunk he passed out in my room. Said I didn’t have to have an abortion.”
Her eyes widen. “Were you thinking about having one?”
“Well, no, but it’s kinda reassuring he didn’t expect me to have one, you know? He could have thought I trapped him.”
“Why would he have thought that?”
“Because that night I told him I was on birth control, which I am, was… but he didn’t use a condom.” I shrug one shoulder, my eyes on the rolling waves hitting the shore. “I asked him to go without because… I don’t even know why. I guess I wanted to feel him without one.” I bury my hands in the sand and squeeze a handful, then let it slide through my fingers. I feel like my life is this sand. Slowly slipping out of control. “And look where that got me. Knocked up by him.”
“Do you know he and Remy put food coloring in my lotion last night when Evan and I were in the hot tub?” Ami asks, rubbing her hands.
“No.” I laugh. It’s not surprising they did that. “Did they really?”
“Yep.” She raises her palms, showing the black on them. “Of all the colors to use, and they chose black.” Shaking her head, she buries her hands in the sand between her spread legs attempting to use the coarseness to exfoliate them, I assume, by the way she rubs them together. “It’s not coming off. I’ve washed my hands so many times my skin is peeling.”
“You didn’t notice the lotion was black before rubbing it on?”
“No. It was dark in the room. I didn’t think I needed to check my lotion bottles for their pranks.”
As waves crash around us, against rocks and washing up the shore just inches from our toes, my mind goes back to Leo. I can’t wrap my thoughts around any of this.
“Wanna have a spa day?”
“Sure.” There’s a lack of enthusiasm on my part as we stand. “Tomorrow, though.”
Walking back to the resort, half expecting her to hold my hand, she frowns. “Why not today?”