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Brett

T wo fucking weeks since a Tornado ripped through my life and engrained herself into my brain. Thank God I had the distraction of my new position with the Triumph to occupy my time.

It wasn’t working but a guy could dream. And fantasize.

The distraction of a new job and moving to a new city only took up so much time, though.

Which left about lot of time to think about her.

I glanced around my apartment and the boxes I packed the last few days so the moving company my team had hired could do the hard part of my relocating to across the country in seven days. I’d fly out the following week.

Too bad all I could think about was a raven haired beauty with eyes like a fucking sunrise and the way her body responded to my every fucking touch. The gasps and whimpers she gifted me with.

Every other woman faded after our night together. But her? Fuck, she was still stuck in my head. I’d thought about her every damn time I jerked off. And even when I wasn’t, her eyes haunted me.

Mel and Kev’s fucking wedding messed with my head, and for once in my life, I wanted more than just a one night stand.

Finding the girl who turned my world upside down who had been on my mind ever since messed with my head, but in a good way.

Shifting priorities and moving across the country among other things had me questioning all the things I once thought I needed. Or didn’t need, it seemed.

Even my new position at the Triumph took up less space to the way she messed with my head.

My dream of being in the NHL, even if it wasn’t as hitting the ice to shoot my shot, seemed empty without someone to share it with.

I was grateful as fuck, but still, once the thought took root, it was hard to ignore.

Thank fuck I still had a few loose strings to tie up here before I left, because staying occupied and focused was the only way I could fucking cope with it all.

NOAH: What time’s your flight land again, Big B?

brETT: Noon.

NOAH: Getting the jitters?

brETT: The only thing I’m getting is tired of you spilling all my secrets to Soph. She’s still pissed I didn’t tell her first.

NOAH: Imagine how annoyed Max Vaughn is going to be when she wears a Triumph Jersey.

I snorted as I tossed a few more random things in a box. Most of my stuff would go into storage until I found a place to live since I told the Triumph I wanted to find a place myself even though they offered to help me. And Noah had a spare room he kept hinting about every other damn day.

Since I no longer cared about having someone to distract myself with any longer, the idea of living with him wasn’t as terrible as it would have been before…her.

brETT: It’s the one thing I think I might enjoy more than bossing you around.

NOAH: Find a place yet?

brETT: Nope.

NOAH: Offer still stands. I’ll even let you tape my stick again.

brETT: Tell me you don’t use that as a pick up line, Lil B.

Even so, I hated the thought of returning home to an empty place for the rest of my fucking life. Solitude had its perks, but I was beginning to think maybe being the sole controller of the remote wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

NOAH: Please, I have so much more game than that. Or something. Speaking of game, I can’t wait for you to meet Zoe and Eden finally.

brETT: You do have friends on the team, right? Other than Sutton, right?

NOAH: Of course. And I have plans for the new guys. Just a little haunted house bonding to kick things off in a few weeks. Be forewarned, Big B.

It took me a second to figure out what the hell Noah was talking about, until I remembered Laney, the head of PR for the Triumph had emailed me with a few things she wanted me to attend in addition to the media obligations.

The team held an annual event that benefitted their foundation that included a haunted house where a few players dressed up as the creepy people who scared ticket buyers, among other activities.

Noah, who had a huge heart, had recruited more players after being drafted, which only increased the event’s popularity.

There was no way I’d haunt anyone, but I knew it was important for the team to bond, so I’d agreed to make an appearance. Hopefully, my head and dick would get their shit together before then.

Either way, I knew I’d never get her out of my mind, even if I never saw my Tornado ever again.