Page 6 of Scoring Chances

I could barely speak words because even knowing everything I know about the man… this was still the Joshua Hicks.It was too surreal—almost as surreal as the fact that I’m now going to be working for this hockey superstar.

And living under the same roof.

As his nanny, sure, but still.

“It’s crazy to think I’ll be in his house. He’s like super famous.”

“Crazy? Or tempting?” Lillian chuckles.

I tsk. “No temptations. I’m here for a job. I’m a professional.”

Lillian clears her throat and gets serious. “Yes, of course. But if you do catch a glimpse of him in a towel, you’ll tell me, right?”

“What is wrong with you?” I say with a chuckle.

“Let me just live vicariously through you, will ya?”

I arrive at Joshua’s address and am immediately taken aback by the grandeur of the white house. It looks majestic and luxurious, with green vines crawling up the sides blooming with small purple flowers.

There’s no way that men live here. It looks way too kept. There are two things that tell me I'm at the right place.

One—is the collection of expensive cars parked out front that can only belong to men with too much disposable income.

And two—the water fountain with a flaming puck in the center of the roundabout driveway. The Heatwave logo come to life.

“I gotta go. I just got here.”

“Okay!” Lillian squeals. “Send me updates.”

“I’ll try,” I tell her before disconnecting.

I bring down the mirror on my visor and try to tuck some loose strands back into my braid. Ever since receiving a text out of nowhere from this hockey stud–I haven’t been able to keep my jitters at bay.

But I muster as much calm as I can. Taking in a deep breath and mouthing to myself, “You’ve got this, Sid. You’ve got this.”

Chapter 3

Cassidy

Igrab my backpack and push out of the car.

The house is more than intimidating. My parents live in a 1970s ranch-style home with half the bedrooms we actually need to house all the children that live there.

But this house might be too big for its occupants.

“You’re early,” a deep voice breaks into my thoughts and stops me in my tracks.

Hand to chest, I gulp. “Oh my god, I didn’t see you.”

He pushes himself up from the ground where he seemed to be working on his car and walks over to me. He’s shirtless and has a cap turned backwards. He pulls a bandana from his back pocket and wipes his hands and brow, leaving a small smudge on his forehead that just makes him look even more endearing.

I still.

His beautiful teal eyes sparkle under the sun. A color like the ocean–dark, cool, and deep. My eyes trail down to his lips and they move but I don’t catch what he says. It’s like my brain is wading through mud, trying to process everything and nothing all at once.

“I-I’m sorry, did you say something?”

He grins, cocking his head to the side. “Were you just staring at my lips?”