Page 67 of Offensive Plays
Landry skates up to him and I motion for Izzy to capture the moment they bump their helmets against each other. Something the two best friend’s have been doing as long as they’ve played together.
Landry then skates up to his line-mates and they all take turns bumping elbows.
Izzy captures that moment too.
Zane skates by us and says the same thing he does to me every game.
“Wish me luck?”
“You won’t need it. You got me.” He smiles before he lowers his visor and secures his mouthguard in place, skating off to center ice.
“That was so cute,” Izzy beams from behind her camera. “I never noticed you guys do that.”
“Ever since we were kids.”
“Look at us, just two sisters supporting our big brothers all the way to the big leagues.”
I smile as my eyes land on another player skating up to us.
“What’s up, Fergie?” Izzy says casually.
“Make sure she gets my good side,” he winks at me.
I feel the heat rising to my cheeks from the memory of him buried inside me earlier.
“As if you have a bad side, Michael Ferguson. Win this for Houston,” she shouts to him as he skates off.
“We need to find that boy a girl. He’s too good to be single,” Izzy says between shots.
I cough to myself.
“I’m not suggesting it be you. I know you like your wild boys,” she adds with an eye roll.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Speaking of wild boys, have you met up with anyone lately? Kesley mentioned you met someone on a hookup app?”
I cough again and this time I can’t hide it.
“You okay, you need a cough drop?”
I hold a hand up. “I’m good. And yeah, I did. But it’s a hookup app. It’s not going anywhere.”
“Of course. You’re so brave to put yourself out there. Apps always made me nervous. I’m glad it worked out with someone my brother vetted long before I did,” she chuckles.
“Yeah, you lucked out for sure.” I need to change the subject immediately.
“So baby on the way…. how are you feeling?”
She rubs her belly. “I’m growing by the day,” she admits. “My feet are always swollen and if I crave another Big Mac I’m going to be so upset with myself.”
“Yeah, aren’t you vegetarian?”
“Vegan,” she clarifies. “It’s a mortal sin. I blame Ryker’s mini me.”
I laugh imagining a little girl with Ryker’s blonde hair gobbling up a burger with her dad as Izzy stares at them with disgust.
Then another image comes into mind. Of a little boy, younger than Liam, running up to hold his hand. A mess of light brown hair and beautiful light blue eyes smiling up at me.