Alex (Cold Fury Hockey, #1)(63)



Cosmo turned to look at me and his eyes went round in surprise. “Holy shit—you’re Alex Crossman.”

I stepped forward with a smile and held my hand out to him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He took my hand with both of his and pumped an enthusiastic shake. “I’m Cosmo…Cosmo Price. Sutton’s dad. Are you and Sutton seeing each other?”

I said “yes” at the exact time Sutton said “no.” Her dad’s head turned back and forth between the two of us, not sure who to believe. I looked at Sutton and arched an eyebrow at her.

She closed her eyes briefly, letting out a pent-up breath. “I mean, yes, we are seeing each other. We’re also working on a drug outreach program.”

“That’s fantastic,” Cosmo said, his smile beaming as he looked back and forth between us.

Sutton stepped out from behind her desk and opened the door. “Well, thanks, but like I said, I’m busy. Alex and I have to go over the program materials.”

“But…I thought we could talk—” her dad said but Sutton cut him off.

“You know you can’t just drop by at my work. I’ve told you before, you need to arrange a time,” she reprimanded, and I thought that sounded a little harsh.

“But I need some money,” he blurted out and I could see Sutton’s body stiffen with tension.

“Yes, I know that’s why you’re here. You’re using again.”

“I just need a few bucks to get something to eat…maybe get a motel room to stay tonight.”

“You need money for your next fix,” she said, her voice staying calm but filled with ice. “You can get food and shelter down the street at the Savior Mission.”

“I’m not using,” he said urgently, but Sutton held her hand up and he snapped his mouth shut.

“Your eyes are dilated, your shoelace is missing and you’re scratching at the insides of your arms. You’re using,” she said emphatically. “And I’m not funding your habit.”

Cosmo turned pleading eyes to me, and I then saw what Sutton saw. His pupils were large and black, overtaking most of his irises. “Alex…buddy…I’m sure you could spare a few bucks for—”

“Okay,” Sutton cut in and took her father by the elbow. “You need to go…right now, Cosmo. And don’t ever show up here again while you’re high. I work in a drug crisis center, for Pete’s sake!”

She gave him a quick push out the door and I saw a brief glance he threw my way, and then the door was shut and Cosmo was gone.

Turning around, Sutton leaned back against the door, her palms braced flat against it. She gave me a wry smile and said, “And that was Cosmo Price.”

“Holy f*ck,” I told her sincerely, my heart squeezing painfully over her misery.

“Exactly,” she agreed and pushed away from the door to head back around her desk. “Now, let me show you those materials—”

My arm snaked out and I circled my fingers around her elbow, halting her progress. She turned to look at me in question.

“I’m sorry” is all I could think to say.

Her smile radiated warm and tender as she placed her hand over mine and stroked my skin. “It’s okay.”

“No…there’s nothing about that that is ‘okay.’ But you handled that phenomenally. I’m in awe, frankly.”

“It’s hard to give tough love, but I have to do that not only for him, but for the sake of my own sanity,” she said as she pulled away from me, and I thought in that moment that Sutton had to be one of the most incredibly well-balanced people I had ever known.

“What did you mean about his shoelaces?” I asked curiously.

“Oh, that. A junkie will use his shoelaces to tie around his arm to plump up a vein. I noticed one of his was missing on the same shoes I last saw him in about a month ago. I’m sure he got so hopped up on the H that he pulled the lace off and left it in some dirty alley where he shot up.”

My stomach curdled at the thought. Her dad’s life was crazy ugly and she had to deal with shit that was probably a lot screwier than my shit.

Sutton opened up a desk drawer and pulled out a binder. Setting it on her desk, she started flipping through it. “I really don’t need you to review this, but if you want to, by all means.”

That’s when I noticed it. Her eyes weren’t really looking at the pages, but seemed to be clouded. Her right hand shook slightly as she turned another page.

In two strides I was at her side and pulling her into my arms. The minute they circled her, a shudder rushed through her body and her fingers dug into my back desperately.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t let him get to me.”

“Shh,” I murmured with my lips pressed against the top of her head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You were amazing the way you handled that.”

With a stuttering breath, she squeezed me once and then pulled back. She looked okay…calm and poised once again. She raked her fingers through her hair and I noticed her hand was steady once more. “Thanks. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” I asked skeptically.

Giving me a genuine smile, she said, “Absolutely. I’ve got a hot date tonight and a bag of chocolate to look forward to.”

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