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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"Rough night?" Elsie asks as I walk through the door of their house.
I grunt in response, shoving the present, that I so graciously got her, in her hands.
"The guys are in the game room." She says, nodding towards the basement door.
"Thanks." I mumble, walking past her.
"Emery! I didn't think you'd still be here." I hear Elsie says as I head down the stairs.
"Jesus, you look like shit too." Ryan says as I walk over towards the leather couch.
"Shut up fucker." I say, plopping down next to James.
"Party a little too hard last night?" Luke Richards asks, sitting down on the couch with a drink in his hand.
"Who the hell throws a baby shower in the morning anyways? Also, I didn't think that a baby shower was a guy thing to be honest." I say, lazily laying my arms on the back of the couch on either side of my head.
"First of all, it's 11:30. Second, Elsie wanted us here, and I wasn't arguing with that woman. I know better. And you should too." James says, pointing at me.
"You at least got any coffee?" I grumble.
"I think there's some upstairs. If not, you can make some." James says and I nod, pushing off of the couch.
I start to head up the stairs when James yells after me, "Bring me some, will ya?"
"We'll see." I yell back.
I really didn't feel like puking again.
"When are you leaving?" Elsie's voice echoes through the kitchen as I make my way towards the espresso machine.
"Our flight leaves at six, tonight." Nora answers.
Brinley laughing catches my attention as I turn to see her talking to Easton Maxwell, our goalie. He leans against the wall, looking down at her as she nods her head. "That sounds fun." I hear her say, placing her hand on his arm, making me want to immediately pull it off.
"I'll pick up you up at seven?" He asks.
He's taking her on a date?!
"Sounds good. Here, let me give you my number." She says, pulling out her phone.
"Looks like you waited too long." Ryan says, patting me on the back.
I internally punch him in the face. "Shut up." I grumble, turning around and walking over to the counter.
"Hey Christian!" Emery says and I give her a tight smile.
"Did you have fun last night?" Nora asks, looking over at me.
