Misadventures of a Rookie Read online



  My lips quirked as I glanced back at where my mom was washing the dishes. “I’ll take him today, after the game maybe.”

  “It’s adorable.”

  “It’s all in his eyes, Mom.”

  “It isn’t.”

  “It is. He’s going to look like a girl sooner rather than later. I’ll take him, I don’t mind.”

  “I don’t care if you mind or not, Bo. His hair is fine,” she snapped, not looking at me.

  “But it isn’t,” I argued. “It’s annoyingly long. He’s too handsome to look like a girl.”

  “Well, it doesn’t matter because you aren’t here to see it anyway.”

  I looked back down at my plate, shaking my head. I didn’t want to fight with her. “You’re right.”

  “We can decide if he needs a haircut, Bo Jane. We are his parents.”

  “Never said you weren’t,” I said back before exhaling hard. Pushing my plate forward, I got up to take it to the sink. “I was just offering.”

  “Well, thank you, but we don’t need it. We’re doing just fine.”

  “I know, Mom. I never said you weren’t.”

  “You implied it.”

  “I didn’t, and if I did, I apolo—”

  “It’s over, let it go,” my dad hollered from his chair. “It doesn’t matter. And Rachel, you know darn well that boy needs a haircut.”

  “Taylor, he doesn’t.”

  He slammed the paper down, giving her a pointed look. “He does, and listen to me right now. I’m not doing this with you two. I will not stay in an argument for the next four days. Go get the boy’s hair cut, Bocephus. And Rachel, let it be. And you wonder why she doesn’t come home…or hell, why she left.”

  Mom glared as she stuck her hands to her hips. “And what does that mean?”

  “It means you start a fight over everything with her. Yesterday, it was the way she was wearing her hair. Today, it’s ’cause she offered to get Davis’s haircut. I don’t know if you have a thing with hair or if you’re annoyed she doesn’t want to be here, but either way, I don’t want to hear it.”

  I looked away, shaking my head ’cause my mom was about to blow. “Well, excuse me for causing you so much hell, Taylor! I happen to love my kids and want to not only see them but have the best for them.”

  “Then please, leave her alone. She’s home. Let’s enjoy her being home.” They stared at each other for a long time before he gave me a look. “Jeez, stop arguing with her.”

  “I’m sorry.” I then glanced over in my mom’s direction. “I wasn’t trying to fight with you.”

  She waved me off. “It’s fine.”

  I knew it wasn’t, though. She was pissed. Hell, she had been mad at me for the last six years. Since she couldn’t control me, or my fate, she was dead set on doing that for Davis. He would end up hating her for it, but maybe he would be smarter than I was.

  Silence stretched through the kitchen, and the sound of Davis moving through the house was the only noise as I sat there, playing on my phone, unsure what to say or do. I was ready to go to the game, and since it was obvious that my dad was pissed at my mom for being mad at me, there was no point in talking.

  It would end up an argument.

  When my phone rang and a picture of Gus and me on the back of his truck appeared, I smiled and answered, “Hey, you.”

  I felt my parents’ gazes on me as I left the kitchen and moved to the back deck where it was freezing, though I didn’t care. “I tried calling you when I landed.”

  His voice was low. “Yeah, sorry, I fell asleep. I was dead.”

  “Understandable. How’s your side?”

  “It’s a little tender, but I’m fine.”

  I wasn’t sure if he was lying or not. He was so pigheaded and wanted so desperately to play. Before I could ask him, though, he went on. “Then this morning I had an early flight.”

  My brows pulled together. “An early flight? For what? I thought you guys weren’t leaving until tonight for Florida?”

  “Actually, I’m not with the Suns today.”

  “Oh?” I asked, and for some reason my pulse picked up.

  “Babe, I got called up.”

  A billion different emotions hit me at once as I stood there looking out at the pond that Davis had been on the night before. I could imagine Gus out there, all small and cute, skating and dreaming up what he wanted to be when he got older. With my heart full, I gushed out, “Oh my God! No way!”

  “Yeah, I’m here in the Twin Cities.”

  “Gus! That’s awesome.” I was so happy for him. He wanted this, had worked so hard for this, but I couldn’t help thinking that this could mean the end of us. Swallowing hard, I asked, “Is it permanent?”

  “No, not now at least. One of the defensemen pulled something in his groin, so they chose me to replace him. But I saw him this morning, and he seemed fine. Pretty sure I’m going back to the Suns tomorrow.”

  Guilt flooded me within seconds when I realized how happy it made me that he would more than likely be back. “Well, that sucks,” I lied, and I covered my face in disgust. I wanted him to succeed, I wanted him to do great, so I shouldn’t be this happy.

  Though, I was.

  I didn’t want us to end yet.

  “Yeah, but it is what it is. I’ll go out, show them my best, and hopefully a spot for me will open.”

  “It will,” I decided. I just hoped I would be ready to lose him.

  ’Cause I would.

  The NHL would win over me.

  As it should.

  “I’m so proud of you.”

  I could hear the smile in his voice. “That’s what my mom said, but it means more from you for some reason.”

  Now I was grinning. “Well goodness, Gus, don’t you know how to make a girl blush.”

  He laughed. “Only you,” he said as his voice dropped a bit. “What are your plans tonight?”

  “Oh, well, I’m hanging with Davis. My mom and dad are going out tonight.”

  “Well, I wanted you to come to the game tonight. I got you two tickets. They’ll be at will call under your name. Will you come?”

  “Of course. Davis would love it.”

  “Great,” he said, his voice rising. “But there is something else.”

  “Okay…”

  “Remember how I asked if you would be good with meeting my parents?”

  “Yeah?”

  “They want to take us out to dinner after the game. Is that too late for Davis?”

  I didn’t even hesitate. “I’ll talk to my mom, but I’m sure it isn’t since it’s a Saturday night.”

  “Okay. Would you come?”

  I bit into my cheek. I wanted to say yes because I so desperately wanted to see him. I missed him, but maybe it wasn’t a good idea. If he was getting called up, that meant he would be getting a spot at any time on the Tornadoes. Which meant one thing.

  We’d be over.

  As I thought that, though, I could hear Gus in my head.

  Live in the now.

  “Yeah, let me make sure it’s good with my mom, and then I’ll text you.”

  “Sounds great. Hey.”

  “Hey?”

  “I miss you so fucking much.”

  My face broke into a grin as I toed the deck with my sneaker. “I miss you too.”

  “Good. I’ll see you tonight.”

  “Great,” I said softly as we said bye. Glancing at my phone, my stomach twisted with nervousness. I was setting myself up for failure. I just knew it, yet I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted to see him play on the ice that I grew up watching the greats play on. I wanted to see him succeed. The problem was, I doubted he wanted to stay with me through it all. He’d be a hotshot rookie. All the girls would want him. It was a given, so I really needed to pull back.

  Get control of this crazy, out-of-control thing that was our relationship.

  Exhaling hard, I walked back into the house just as Davis was running back out. My mom’s hands were at