The Goalie (The San Antonio Hyenas #5) Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Novella, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The San Antonio Hyenas Series by Olivia T. Turner
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
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“Watch his wrist,” Sebastian says. “He likes to flick it right before he rips one. He telegraphs it just a bit. And I noticed he tends to overhandle the puck when he's going for that top corner."

“I’ll be ready,” I say as I stretch my leg out. “I’ve been watching his tape.”

I had to do something while I stayed awake all night trying to get my mind off Grace.

“Pressure him into second-guessing himself,” Sebastian says. “Make him think he has to be perfect to beat you. The more he overthinks it, the better.”

I take a deep breath and nod. “Got it.”

“I’ll be covering you,” Sebastian adds, “but it’s you and him out there. He knows who’s in nets and that’ll be in his head. Just trust your instincts.”

He holds out his fist and I bump it with mine. “Let’s put on a show.”

Sebastian grins. “Let’s make it a game they’ll never forget.”

He skates off and I get up and slide back in front of my net. I pull my mask up and squirt my water bottle into my mouth.

Fuck, why can’t I stop obsessing over her?

Stop.

I have to swallow these feelings, focus, and put on a show. Grace will certainly be watching at home. I want to put on a show for her. I want to be great for her.

My eye catches something in the crowd. A girl waving.

“No way…” I whisper when my eyes narrow on her.

It’s her. It’s Grace.

She’s standing in the front row with a big smile on her face, waving at me as she jumps up and down. She’s even wearing my jersey.

My heart starts pounding. My hands clench into fists.

I grit my teeth as my focus snaps back into place.

She came for me. She’s here.

I let out a growl of anticipation.

Let’s get this fucking game started.

It’s time to dominate.

I slam my mask down and flex my arms.

It’s game time.

CHAPTER NINE

Nolan

It’s the third period and I’ve stopped everything they’ve thrown at me. I’m a brick fucking wall.

Nikolai grabs the puck off Harris, pushes him onto his ass, and comes at me.

I’m in the flow state. I’m dialed in. I’m in the fucking zone.

Their whole team can come on the ice and they won’t slip one past me.

I’m unstoppable with Grace in my corner. Knowing she’s watching me is all I need.

Sebastian and Austin both try to catch up to Nikolai, but he’s got a beat on them and he’s a fast fucker.

It’s one on one. Me against him.

The crowd jumps to their feet. You can hear a pin drop. Just the scratching sound of blades on fresh ice as he comes.

Sebastian was right. He’s over-handling the puck, which means he’s going for the top corner. I crouch down, ready.

He dekes left and then lets it rip top right.

I snag it easily.

The crowd sits back down with a collective grumble as I hold the puck in my glove. The ref blows his whistle. The play is over.

My eyes dart over to my girl. She’s the only one standing, cheering her beautiful head off.

I can’t help but smile.

It feels nice to be in love.

I’m required to give the press ten minutes of my time after the game. I want it over with fast, so I sit down at the table in the room set up for press conferences as quickly as I can. I haven’t even showered yet. I still have my damn skates on and all of my pads from the waist down.

I’m in my sweaty white t-shirt with my wavy hair slicked back as the sports reporters fight to ask me the first question. It seems like every reporter in sports media is here for the beginning of the playoffs. The large room is packed.

“That was an amazing performance,” the guy in the front row with the green sweater says. “A career game for you. Forty-two saves against a stellar team, including Nikolai Kuznetsov who you shut out. Zero goals let in. What was on your mind going into the playoffs?”

I take a deep breath as Grace’s beautiful smile pops into my head. She was on my mind. But I’m not about to share that with these vultures. She’s all mine for now.

“I wanted to perform well for my team and my city,” I say, spitting out a generic answer.

“How does a performance like this impact your confidence moving forward?” another reporter asks.

I give more generic answers, barely even listening to myself until the back door opens and she walks in.

My heart stops when I see her in my jersey with a press pass around her neck. She’s even more spectacular than I remembered.

“Nolan…” the reporter says, urging me to finish.

My mind is blank as I stare at her in awe. “What was the question again?”

He repeats it, but Grace and I are smiling at one another and I miss it again.


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