Chapter 37
DEX
Lindy was late. She was never late. While I didn’t have too much data to trend since she’d only been in my house six days before I left for the exhibition game, I knew she was a stickler for routine. And it was five-thirty, and she wasn’t back.
I wasn’t worried. She said she could take care of herself and I knew it. This was Hunter Valley. The most exciting thing that had happened around here was a tree falling on a house.
And me.
And both happened to Lindy. So if something was going to go sideways, I believed it might happen to her.
More importantly, I missed her. I didn’t wake up to my head between her thighs as I’d hoped. I’d had to rub one out in the shower so my dick went down.
I was at the winter complex between two practice sessions and staring at my phone.
No texts, no calls.
Fuck, I was whipped.
I set the phone back in my bag and turned back to the ice.
It rang.
I spun back, snagged it up and couldn’t help the grin as I saw Sugar appear on the screen.
Totally whipped.
“I was just thinking about you.”
“Dex, oh my God.”
Her voice was shrill and shaky.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, gripping the phone.
“I was attacked. I–”
I jolted and spun in a circle, then dropped onto the bench and tugged at the laces of one of my skates.
“Are you okay? Is he still there? Where are you?” I got one skate off and moved onto the next. I could run in skates, but I sure as shit couldn’t drive in them. Well, maybe I could.
“No. I, God. I’m okay. It was…” She laughed. “God, Dex, I was just attacked by a squirrel.”
I stilled, bent over and my fingers tangled in the laces.
“Say what?”
“I was attacked by a squirrel. It was in my closet, and I opened the door to get some more of the nighties you like and I guess it came in through one of the holes in the house and it got in my closet and one of the workers shut the door and then when I opened it–”
“Whoa, sugar, take a breath.”
I needed one too. Holy shit, my adrenaline was pumping harder than when I scored the winning goal for the championship.
I could hear her breathing hard. “I’m sorry. God, it scared the shit out of me.”
“You’re not the only one. Wait. Are you hurt? Did it bite you? Is it still in the house?”
“I’m fine. Really. I just got scratched. It bounced off my legs and I’m wearing pants today, but it jumped onto my arm which is bare, before launching itself across the room, I have little claw marks.”
Claw marks? I huffed out a laugh and ran a hand down my face.
“Okay. You’re at your house now?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes. Don’t move. And don’t open any more doors.”