Taking Shots (Assassins, #1)(41)
“Unky, win for me?”
“Of course,” Shea said kissing him again before kissing Amelia.
“You didn’t eat, Shea,” Grace complained.
“I’m fine,” Shea said through his teeth as he kissed her then went towards the door. Just as he was about to go through, his mother decided that was the time to say, “There will be a wedding this time next year, I feel it. You guys be ready-”
Shea walked out before he heard anything else. There was no way he was in love. Elli was amazing, perfect even, but he didn’t love her. Not saying he would never love her, but right now, no…there was no way…right?
Elli was beyond excited; she had her number six jersey on while Harper was decked out in number two gear. They both had their faces painted with their favorite guy’s numbers and Elli had to admit, they were too damn cute for words. Harper was leaning back, drinking a beer as she looked around the filling arena. Elli was basically bouncing in her seat; she was so excited about the game, about seeing the guys on the ice for the first time since last season, about seeing Shea.
“This is cool, I guess,” Harper said. Elli looked over at her, a big grin on her face.
“It's amazing!” She gushed, causing Harper to shake her head.
“Apparently, Jakob’s family is here from Russia or wherever the hell he’s from.” She was looking around at the boxes. Elli looked up at what she knew what Shea’s family’s box.
“Did you meet em?”
“Hell no, we aren’t together like that. He asked, and I, of course, said f*ck no,” she said nonchalantly.
“Harp, come on now, y’all are together.”
“No, we ain’t, we’re just screwing around, and he’s the one trying to take this to a level it ain’t,” she said with a shrug.
“I’m gonna point this out because of how you ousted me to our friends, but aren’t you wearing a number two on your face along with the jersey?” Harper looked down at her jersey, then back at Elli.
“It means I’m proud of who I’m screwing, plus he said if I wear his number he’ll make it worth my while and, of course, I want that.”
“Oh, of course,” Elli said with a shake of her head. Harper was impossible. This was the first guy that had lasted more than a week with Harper. They had been going strong for almost a month, even though Harper wouldn’t talk to him for days at a time, Elli knew there was something there. She also knew that Harper was scoping the place out; she was looking for any sign of Jakob, probably seeing if she could find his family’s box, which Elli knew was the one by Shea’s.
Screaming irrupted, causing Harper to jump as Elli popped up screaming along with the fans because the guys were coming out to warm up. Shea was the last one out and when Elli saw him, she grinned. He looked amazing all suited up with no glasses covering his blue eyes and in a way she missed them. His helmet sat on his head, but it wasn’t buckled underneath, something she knew he wouldn’t do until the game started. He skated around twice before he saw her, and the grin that came over his face was so bright, it could have blinded someone. He skated over to where she sat, and just smiled, then pointed to his face.
Elli shrugged, saying “So, I’m a fan.”
“Turn around.” It was hard to hear him, but she heard him and did as he asked, when she faced him again he was smiling extra hard. He pulled his glove off and held up three fingers, then kissed his palm pressing it to the glass; she pressed her hand against his, and then said, “Good luck,” before he skated off with a nod.
“Oh. My. God. Y’all disgust me that was straight out of some sappy love story, blah.”
“Oh, shut up,” Elli said with a huge grin. She loved it.
“What the hell did that mean, anyway?”
“He’s gonna score me three goals.”
“Okay, that’s pretty hot, not as hot as Jakob is right now, but hot.” Elli shook her head, falling into her seat.
That man was gonna drive her bat shit crazy. She held up her hand ordering another beer, as she watched the show of the guys warming up. They were playing the Sharks tonight, a cut throat kind of team and it was gonna be a good game. People were filing in, getting to their seats as they cheered for the guys. Elli laughed as she saw the females pressing their breast against the glass with Adler written across their chests. She also saw the kids with their signs for Shea. He always made it a point to go give them his stick or a puck, and it was so cute when they would run off to their parents jumping up and down.
“He hasn’t even knowledge me yet!” Harper complained. Elli looked up at her, then back at the ice where Jakob and Shea were shooting back and forth to each other.
“Harp, he’s warming up,” Elli insisted.
“Shea came over, did his little thing, where’s my little thing!?” Harper whined, Elli shook her head, aren’t together her ass. Harper might have found her match. Jakob was hot as hell and from what Shea said, a really great guy too. Just then, Jakob looked up, seeing Harper. He smiled, nodding his chin at her, Harper smiled back, turning around to show his number to him. Jakob just grinned, watching as she twirled around for him, doing a little dance. She pointed to her face, before blowing him a kiss which he in returned by making a kissy face back at her.