The Veteran (The San Antonio Hyenas #3) Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Novella, Sports Tags Authors: Series: The San Antonio Hyenas Series by Olivia T. Turner
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
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“What?!” she shouts. “Harris Sutton?! Lucas’ father is Harris Sutton? Wow!”

“Mom?”

My stomach drops when I hear his sweet little voice.

I step to the side with my stomach sinking and see Lucas in the doorway staring at me with those big shocked brown eyes.

CHAPTER FOUR

Fiona

“Did you have a fun night?” I ask Lucas as I tuck him in bed once everyone is gone. “Your magic show was a big hit.”

He’s staring down at his dinosaur sheets like something is on his mind. I’m terrified to talk about it, so I try to keep him distracted.

“How’s your finger doing? Does it still hurt?”

He looks at his bandaid and then looks up at me. “My dad is a hockey player?”

Shit.

A weight settles on my chest as I force out a smile. “Yeah. He is.”

“I thought you didn’t know where he was.”

“It’s complicated, Lucas,” I say as I take his teddy bear and stroke his soft head. I just want to cry. I just want to do the dishes, have a glass of wine, read something trashy, and go to bed. Instead, my box of secrets has been ripped open and I’m being consumed by dread.

He watches me pet his teddy bear and then looks up at me. “Can I see a video of him?”

“Oh, honey, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Well, then you might want to meet him.”

“I do want to meet him.”

This is all unraveling so fast. I knew this dreaded day would come, but I didn’t expect it so soon. We’ve been so good, the two of us living in our little bubble. I’ve been in blissful denial and now it’s all blown up in my face.

“I don’t know, Lucas…”

“He’s my dad. He’s going to want to meet me, right? I can show him my magic tricks.”

My chest is so tight, I feel like I can’t breathe. How can I break my baby’s heart by telling him that his father doesn’t even know he’s alive? It’s going to crush his wonderful little spirit if his dad doesn’t want anything to do with him.

Why did Kelly have to go and open her big mouth? Why didn’t I just keep my damn mouth shut?

“Just one video, Mommy. Please.”

That cat’s already out of the bag. There’s no shoving it back in.

This is a mistake. This is a mistake. This is a mistake.

But my hand reaches for my phone and all I can do is watch as my finger types Harris Sutton into the YouTube app.

I click on a video of his highlights and sink into the bed next to my boy as it starts.

“That’s him?”

It’s an older video of Harris skating around the ice after a game with his helmet off. His brown hair is longer than when I met him. He looks younger too.

“That’s him.”

Harris is smiling and waving at the crowd as they chant “Flamethrower” over and over. He looks so happy. That smile makes my heart ache.

“Why do they call him The Flamethrower?” Lucas asks.

Probably because he’s scorching hot.

“I don’t know,” I whisper.

We’re both transfixed as we watch the full twelve-minute video of his career highlights. Shot after shot into the net, hard hits, a couple of fights that I fast forward, and my favorite, a few shots of Harris smiling on the bench.

I never realized it before now, but Lucas kind of looks like him. They have the same brown eyes and their lips curl up in the same way when they smile. It’s surreal to see.

“He’s good,” Lucas says when the video ends. “Can we watch another?”

“It’s already so late, baby.”

“Tomorrow?”

I suck in a tight breath. This is not going to end tonight. Something is going to have to be done and I have no idea what.

“Let’s just go to bed,” I say as I get up and put his teddy bear back. “Mama is very tired too.”

He settles into the sheets with a yawn. I kiss his forehead and smooth his wild hair down. It pops right back up.

“Mommy?” Lucas asks when I turn off the light.

“Yeah, honey?”

“Do you think my dad loves me?”

“Anyone would be crazy not to love you. Now, close your eyes and get some sleep. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I close the door, leaving a crack, and then walk into the hallway.

“Oh god,” I whisper as I shake out my arms, feeling the nerves coming alive inside me. This is so bad.

I don’t know how to navigate any of this. He wants to meet him? Meet Harris?

What am I going to do?

I’m all shaky as I head into the kitchen. I pass right by the colossal pile of dishes from the party and head straight for the wine. I don’t go easy on my glass.

How can I tell Harris that he has a son? He’s either going to be furious that I kept it from him or totally indifferent. I don’t know which one would be worse.


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