Marek Read online Sawyer Bennett (Cold Fury Hockey #11)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Cold Fury Hockey Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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As soon as I hit the bottom step and look into the kitchen, I freeze to find Marek sitting at the counter and looking at me. He has a cup of coffee in front of him and I realize now that the house is eerily silent.

“Where’s Lilly?” I ask him as my eyes dart into the empty living room.

“I took her over to my parents’ this morning so we could have some privacy to talk.” His words hang heavy in the air and my stomach knots.

I want to be mad he did such a high-handed thing, but the truth is, I suppose we need to talk and figure out the mechanics of what happens next.

I walk past Marek, noting the flatness of his eyes and the paleness of his skin. I watched the game and he played awful last night. I felt a terrible because there was no doubt in my mind that the nasty words we’d thrown at each other were responsible for his game play. Just another reason, I remind myself, that we’re not good for each other.

Marek doesn’t say a word as I make my coffee. My heartbeat seems to slam hard against my chest wall, the anxiety of this confrontation so very oppressive.

“I’m sorry Lilly got hurt,” he says into the quiet, and it catches me off guard. I spin to face him. “I should have asked you. I just didn’t think there was anything wrong with it because I had been skating at that age.”

I hold my hand up to stop him, because I’d been thinking a lot about this issue last night. Once I’d gotten some distance from Marek and had calmed down a bit, I knew I’d overreacted.

“Yes, I wish you would have asked me first, but honestly…she’s not too young. I know it wasn’t anyone’s fault but those reckless kids’.”

His eyes lighten in what I think might be relief. The guilt he’d been bearing about Lilly getting hurt is so evident in his expression right now.

Marek just stares at me, as if he doesn’t know what to say next. The silence is awkward, so I turn back to the Keurig and start my coffee.

I feel him step up behind me, his presence palpable before he even puts his hands on my shoulders. He turns me to face him and I swallow hard when I see the angst on his face. “I don’t want you to go back to New York.”

And I don’t want to go back either. But I don’t see any other way.

“Marek,” I say gently. “The last thing I want to do is take Lilly away from you. But I also have to think about me as well. My parents are my support system. I miss them and they miss Lilly. There’s nothing for me here. This isn’t my home and it never will be.”

“This could be your home,” he replies.

I shake my head. “I’m not talking about a place to live. I’m talking about where I feel settled and where I belong.”

“I’m not talking about this house, Gracie.” His hands drop from my shoulders and he turns away for a moment, rubbing his fingers over his stubbled jaw. When he turns back, he takes a deep breath and says, “I said some horrible things to you last night. I had told you I was over all the shit in our past, and yet I still tried to make you feel like shit about it. That was wrong, and I swear there was no meaning behind my words. I only did it to hurt you.”

“Because I hurt you,” I finish for him, feeling ashamed that I too succumbed to such anger. “You’re a really good father, and I didn’t mean what I said either. I’m sorry.”

Utter relief washes over Marek’s face and he grabs me in his arms, wrapping me up in a hug. “God, I’m so glad we got that out of the way. We’ll work through this stuff, Gracie. I promise.”

It catches me off guard, and for a moment I just stand there, stiff in his arms. But then I’m pushing him away, shaking my head. “I still want to go back to New York.”

“What?” he whispers, clearly aghast at such a suggestion.

“We said nasty things to each other and we’re both sorry for it, but that doesn’t mean this is the right place for me. I just…there really isn’t anything here for me.”

Marek’s eyebrows draw together in a mixture of anger and confusion. “I’m here.”

Not in the way I need.

“Gracie,” Marek practically croaks out. “I love you. Please don’t leave.”

His words make my knees go weak, and they feel so damn good to my ears that I refuse to believe in something so wonderful. I shake my head in denial. He’s desperate to keep Lilly here and he’ll say anything. “No. You don’t mean that.”


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