Gage (Pittsburgh Titans #3) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Pittsburgh Titans Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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No matter what I do inside the arena, I always start outside by sitting on a riverside bench and taking in the city. The yellow bridges crossing the Allegheny, the football stadium to my right, and the baseball stadium to my left. The downtown skyline made of steel, which the city was founded on, and shiny glass to represent the new era of medicine and banking that keeps this city booming.

This quiet ritual means that when I walk into the locker room, I’m ready for what’s to come.

I’ve just finished taping my sticks, and I take a quick peek at my phone. Nothing new from Jenna.

She arrived at the arena far earlier than I did as she needed to meet the documentary crew and set up for filming. She’d stayed the night, of course. No way was I letting her out of that bed after what we shared, and we stayed up way too late talking. But I’d set my alarm for earlier than necessary with the sole intent of starting my day by making love to her.

It was a bit of a disappointment to find the bed beside me empty.

I found her, instead, in the kitchen—fully dressed, also to my disappointment—and making coffee.

She looked awkward and unsure of herself. I’m pretty sure she wanted to get dressed before the light of day to avoid me seeing her scars. It was a huge deal for her to let me touch them last night, and even more to talk about the pain they caused her physically and emotionally.

And I understood her need to reveal herself to me slowly.

I offered plenty of reassurances simply in the form of us sharing a cup of coffee and talking about the day ahead before she left. The one promise I did get from her before she departed was that she’ll be spending tonight in my bed.

I shoot Jenna a text. You okay?

I talked to her about an hour ago, and she sounded flustered. Keller hadn’t shown up for the interview, although he’d graced her with a text that he was running late. He gave no time when he’d be there, even though Jenna asked him. His reply was, I’ll be there when I get there.

Jenna and the entire film crew had been cooling their heels waiting, but Jenna was pissed.

As she should be.

She texts me back. Keller is on his way and should be here soon. Crew is set up in his office. I’m grabbing a quick coffee in the lounge.

Well, isn’t that just perfect? I’m feeling like a cup of coffee myself, and perhaps just a slice of Jenna’s time.

Grinning to myself, I set my stick in my cubby and head out of the locker room. In the hallway, I catch Stone and Baden talking.

“What’s up?” I ask them.

“Just shooting the shit,” Stone replies. “Where are you going?”

“Lounge. To grab a coffee.” And hopefully a kiss.

“That sounds good,” Baden says. “I’ll join you.”

“Me too,” Stone adds.

Part of me wants to be selfish and have a few minutes of privacy with Jenna and tell them both to take a hike. But the greater part knows I’ve got her for the rest of my life, so I don’t chase them away.

And yeah… already thinking about the long-distance future with this woman. That’s how damn perfect she is for me.

“I was telling Baden that I heard from Coen yesterday,” Stone says, and I glance at him in surprise as we traverse the corridor that leads to the lounge. “He’s accepting my offer to stay at Brooks’s cabin for a while.”

“That’s great,” I say with enthusiasm, because of the many offers made to Coen, it’s the only one that he’s actually accepted.

“He’s coming by to get the keys tomorrow morning.”

“He seem okay otherwise?” I ask.

Stone shrugs. “He was Coen.”

That means standoffish, sullen, withdrawn.

As we pass the set of coaches’ offices, Keller walks out and nearly runs into us. “Heyward,” he says, clapping me on the shoulder and falling into step. “Just the man I was hoping to see.”

“What’s up, Coach?” I ask genially.

Keller’s hand squeezes my shoulder. “I just wanted you to know that I really need you to step up to the plate tonight.”

I glance over at Stone and Baden, the expression on my face revealing exactly what I’m thinking. What the fuck does he think I’ve been doing since I joined this team?

Baden rolls his eyes, and Stone shakes his head.

“Now that we’ve cut the poison from the team,” he continues, “your role as captain is more important than ever.”

I bristle over him comparing Coen to poison, and I’m about to tell him so when we reach the lounge doorway. Just as we step inside, I’m prepared to let him know my feelings when Keller’s eyes go wide at something across the room. He puts his fist up to his mouth and pretends to bite a knuckle before saying, “Damn. Who is that hot thing there, and why have I never been introduced?”


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