Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
BETTSY
I’m racing through the concourse, desperate to find her as quick as I can. There are people everywhere, bodies blocking my way, forcing me to skid to a stop on several occasions … and that’s until someone notices me.
“Hey, hey—it’s Betts…”
“Bettsy, can we have a photo?”
“Bettsy! Hey, can we grab a photo?”
“Congratulations on the win, Bettsy … how are you feeling about the final?”
I let the fans take a few pictures, posing in such a way so I can make a quick exit … right where I’ve spotted the jackets. The cluster of matching jackets and the number ‘6’ on the back of Ellie’s.
It’s noisy as hell, the chatter, and energy from the spectators, forcing me to shout out her name.
And when she turns and locks eyes with me, I rush forward and scoop her up into my arms.
“Oh, my God. You were brilliant,” she says. “You were right … playoff hockey is …”
“Special, right?”
She leans into me, and I kiss her, hot and heavy as always … because there’s no other kiss I can go for.
“What are you doing here? I thought we were meeting you outside the back entrance?”
“I needed to see you,” I say, setting her down.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and fumble with a shaky hand to unlock the screen.
“Oh, my god,” she says. “Is this…?”
“Yeah. Just had the email. Well—two emails.”
“Two?”
“Yeah. The first one to say I’m going to Romania.”
She blinks several times.
“Romania? Does that mean you’re in in?”
“Yep. Officially on the roster.”
She squeals. Like actually squeals and throws herself towards me, leaping into my arms.
“And the second email?”
“Yep. From the solicitor. Apologising for taking a while to get back to me … blah blah blah.”
She playfully smacks me on the arm. “And…?”
“Well, what do you think?”