The Romance Line (Love and Hockey #2) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Funny, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Love and Hockey Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
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A laugh bursts from me but it’s chased by a kernel of guilt I’ve been feeling today. I’m not even sure how to deal with it, but I don’t have friends to keep things from them. “I’m seeing Lucas in a few days. But is it weird that I feel sort of…uncertain?”

“No, it’s a date. If you didn’t feel uncertain that’d be weird,” Josie says.

But that’s not it. I’m not experiencing normal dating nerves. “It’s more like…” I pause, take a breath, then confess, “I keep having really inappropriate thoughts about the man who’s admittedly handsome.”

Maeve sets her chin in her hand.

Josie bats her lashes.

Fable gazes at me eagerly. “Well, well, well.”

“I know,” I whisper-groan. “So should I cancel with Lucas?”

“Is something happening with Max?” Josie asks.

I shake my head. Only in my late-night fantasies. And my daydreams. “Just up here,” I say, tapping my temple. “But that’s all.”

“And is something going to happen?” Fable inquires.

I picture Zaire encouraging me to apply for the promotion. I imagine Clementine telling me it’s a bad idea to date a player, because it is. I think about the unwritten rule. There are so many reasons not to get involved with an athlete—top among them, it could detract from my ability to do my job.

Like what would happen if it went south? How would the media perceive me if word got out? Would they still trust me, respect me, talk to me?

There are so many cautionary tales from around pro sports of situations like this, and spoiler alert: The woman rarely comes out unscathed. The guy almost always does.

I see my future—the one I’m lucky to have. The one I want to grasp and hold onto. I want to learn and grow and improve. I’m so fortunate to be alive.

When I woke up in the hospital room after the accident, I made a promise—to live my best life. For me, but also for those who couldn’t.

That means not throwing away what I’ve worked for. Not losing sight of what I’ve built. I need to do things right. I need to say yes to the right things—not the tempting things. Indulging in anything with a hockey player on the team I work for would be too risky. Max is already a complicated enough project.

I can’t blow this job on a few tingles in my chest. “No,” I say, certain, strong.

“Then I say it’s a fine idea to go out with someone else to explore what it might be, even if you have a little bit of a lady boner for someone else,” Josie says.

“Sounds like it’s not really a little lady boner,” Maeve says dryly.

I roll my eyes, but she’s not wrong. “But nothing is happening with Max. And nothing is going to happen with him.”

Fable tilts her head. “This date is exactly what you need then.”

And the more I think about that, the more convinced I am she’s right.

Later that day when I’m home and my parents call on speakerphone, my mom’s first question is if we’re still on for our breakfast next weekend (of course). Her second is how’s work going (great), and her third question is whether I’m seeing anyone new.

Good thing I’m not on FaceTime. “No. I’ve been busy,” I say.

“Never too busy for love,” she chirps.

“Not true, sweetheart,” Dad corrects.

My shoulders tighten. Every cell tenses.

“Russ, it is true,” Mom says cheerily to him, like I’m not even here, but that’s fine. It’s totally fine.

“It’s true if you pick wisely,” Dad says. “Not everyone does that. Isn’t that right, Everly?”

What a leading question. What a dig. I swallow the hurt but don’t acknowledge the way it cuts. “How’s everything at the firm, Dad?” I ask, and turn the conversation around back on him.

I don’t want to discuss romance with them. Ever. Or really, much of anything.

On Monday night, I study my lingerie drawer, considering my options for tonight. Lucas won’t see them, but that’s not the point. The lingerie is for me. I pick up a few lacy bras and hold them in front of my body in the scalloped mirror in my bedroom. A sheer tulle demi bra, pale yellow with purple lace edging. It’s unconventional. A dark blue bustier. That one’s elegant. Then, a pale aqua demi bra that’s so see-through the color barely matters. It’s covered with embroidered roses and it’s called a balconette. I don’t know why it has that name, but I don’t care.

It makes me feel pretty and powerful, so I slip on the set, then grab a black silk blouse and a dark gray skirt. Perfect for my business dinner later, and it’ll work for the date too. I catch a Lyft to The Spotted Zebra, my chest flipping with nerves.

Date nerves this time.

It’s normal to be nervous before a date. Of course it is. We only have an hour, and I want to make the most of it. Then I’ll need to head over to the dinner with Max, his agent, and my boss. It’ll be good to have a start and an end. Good for both Lucas and me.


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