Taking Shots (Assassins, #1)(150)

It was as if he hadn’t been out of the game for three weeks, just three days. His accuracy was outstanding, his form, delectable. She was getting turned on watching him shoot a puck, yeah, he was something that’s for sure, and she loved him more each day. That was probably why she was pissed as hell at him. What was he trying to do, mess his arm up again?

He put all of his weight behind his next shoot; Elli didn’t even see the puck until it went in. She smiled, throwing her arms up in the air. “And he scores!!!!! The crowd goes wild!” she said in her best announcer voice. He looked over his shoulder, his look said it all, he knew he was caught.

“Hey, baby, what are you doing here?” he asked, skating towards her, “Oh, yeah, you had that promo with some of the guys today.”

“I did, and to my surprise, I heard a rumor my boyfriend was down here shooting pucks. I knew they had to be crazy so I came to look for myself and look what I see,” she said with a shake of her head. Shea leaned against the boards, kissing her softly on the lips; she let him because, of course, she couldn’t get enough of his kisses. “How many buckets?”

He looked sheepish as he looked behind him, “Four.”

“Four? Are you kidding me?” she asked, since that meant he probably shot close to 500 pucks, “You're gonna be hurting tonight.”

“Probably, but it’s worth it, I’m known for my slap shot. I can’t lose it because of an injury.”

“I know, Shea, but you need to get better.”

“I’m fine.”

He was such a liar, she could tell he was in pain, but he was pushing beyond it, “Oh, well, do what you do I guess, but when you can’t move tomorrow, don’t come cryin’ to me.”

“I won’t, I’ve been shooting since I got my tape off, I’m okay I swear.”

Elli eyes filled with anger, he’d been shooting for a week! “You’re a crazy fool, Shea Adler.”

He gave her a grin, “Oh, and you love me.”

“I do, damn it, that’s why you worry the piss out of me.”

“I’m fine, babe, I gotta keep strong. Keep breaking the glass.”

Elli smiled, “I’m pretty sure you can still break the glass Shea.”

Shea was known for breaking the glass behind the goal when he would try to shoot and totally miss. He did it a lot when he was a rookie; it had only happen a few times since.

“Wanna see?”

Elli laughed, “Doesn’t Papa get angry about that?”

“Oh yeah, but he just yells and makes me pay a fee, no big deal.”

Elli looked at him confused, “A fee?”

“Yeah, two grand,” he said, looking around the rink.

“Oh, my god! That’s crazy! You need to stop doing that, not only can you hurt someone but you gotta pay a fee, that wasting money!”

“Okay, for one, it’s not like I mean to do it. Two, no one can get hurt, the glass takes all the force, at most they’ll get cut, no biggie, and third, it’s just two grand, that’s like two dollars to you.”

“Hey! What does that mean?”

“It means that you dropped enough money to pay off a house while we were in Boston, you can’t talk to me about wasting money.”

Elli blinked a few time, cause there was no come back to that, he was completely right, “Shut up.”

He laughed, pulling back and shooting the puck, hitting the back of the net hard. “Don’t worry about me, baby, I’m good.”

“I’ll always worry about you, you big lug. Now come here, give me a kiss. I gotta get back to the office,” she said pulling him by the skin tight shirt he had on, placing her lips on his. He gave her a long, drugging kiss, before she pulled back. Not only was she having problems breathing but she could hardly walk away. His laughter followed her out the arena, hold on, wasn’t she supposed to be mad at him? Not dizzy with his kisses?

Crap.





Shea was ready to stand in front of a leading scoring forward and take the puck he was shooting, in the head. They had been looking at houses for almost three weeks and Elli was driving him insane. When he would like one, she hated it, when she thought the house was okay, he hated it. They had looked at more than thirty houses and Elli only liked one, and Shea thought it was dog ugly. Who would have thought looking at houses was going to be so hard?

Shea sat with Elli and Jill Mancina, their realtor, shaking his head. Jill had said she worked all week on the list of houses she had found for them, and Elli didn’t like any of them, Shea didn’t even bother looking at the list, it would be a waste of time.

“Baby, maybe if we go see some of them, maybe you would like them in person,” Shea suggested, Elli shook her head.

“I have a list of requirements I want. I don’t understand why I can’t have the house I want?” she complained, Shea rolled his eyes as she went into the list of things she wants, not that he hadn’t heard them nine hundred times.

Five bedrooms, white hardwood floors, a big yard, and big porch.

“Ms. Fisher, the problem is the white hardwood floors, plus the porch. The houses made today have standard stuff in them, and country porches aren’t really done anymore.” Jill said desperately, Shea felt so bad for her.

“We can put white hardwood floors in baby, let’s just find something. I want a house.”