Pro hockey star, Christian Brooks, has everything he ever needed as a starting forward Right Winger, and a three year old daughter. Or, so he thought.
When Brinley Cameron's newest patient happens to be, a star hockey player, for her favorite team'...
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"So, what's new with you? Any boys?" I ask and Emery's cheeks immediately turn bright red. "Emery! There is?!" She dips a tortilla chip in the queso before shoving the chip in her mouth, a cute little grin on her face. "What's his name?"
"Gino. He's a student from Italy. I don't remember how to say his full name.. It's complicated." She says, a smile on her face as she talks about him. "We met at the grocery store on campus late one night. We were both craving whipped cream..."
"Awe. You guys had a meet-cute." I say, grinning over at my little sister.
"We did, didn't we?"
"Tell me about him." I say, turning the volume down on the TV.
"He's 24. He's here for the full school year. Um.. oh, his grandparents basically raised him. He has a little sister that's is 16. She's currently in Germany."
"He sounds cute. Do you have a picture?"
"Obviously." She says, unlocking her phone.
She turns her phone towards me to reveal a guy with jet black curly hair, he's got some scruff and he's wearing glasses. "Awe. You guys are cute."
"Yeah well, I don't know what we are. It's complicated. Maybe he'll get his shit together and finally tell me how he feels during the spring term."
"Or.. You could tell him first.." I suggest.
"Fine. I'll tell him, when you tell Christian." She says, the corner of her mouth quirking up into a smirk.
"That's different and you know it."
"How?"
"Well, one: he has a kid. Two: he's a professional hockey player. Three: I don't know, it's just complicated."
"Brin... He has a kid. It's perfect, if you think about it." She says, shrugging her shoulder.
"I don't know. I shouldn't think like that. That's a big deal, Emery."
"It's not totally crazy though."
"Just, shut up and eat your fajita." I say and she chuckles.
"You know I'm right."
"We're changing the subject now."
"Fine. Is Nora nervous at all?" She asks, shoving another chip in her mouth.
"Not yet. I think she's just stressed right now." I say, taking a bite of my chicken chimichanga.
"Ah. I wish there was more I could help with right now."
"Don't. You've got school. That's stressful enough as it is." I say and she nods.
