Me: I love you. I have foryears.
It only took thirty seconds for Will torespond.
Crosby: I have loved you since the first time I met you in that bar after Gavin’sfirstgoal.
Me: Good night babe. I’ll see youtomorrow.
Crosby: Sleep wellbabygirl.
Chapter16
Jordan
It wasgame seven and I was about to shit myself with nerves as we all sat in a box together. Myla couldn’t sit still and had to pee every twoseconds.
“I am going to miss this entire game sitting on the damn toilet,” shecomplained.
Jessica and Karla were chatting a few seats away from me, and I couldn’t believe how calm Karla was about the entire night. I supposed it came from years of dealing with the roller coaster of being aplayer’swife.
Tears started streaming down my face as we stood for the national anthem. I wasn’t typically the sappy type, but I couldn’t have been more emotional than I was in that moment. I was consumed with so much pride and love, and my eyes were locked on my handsome goalie decked out in his number thirty-threejersey.
Myla grabbed for her bag, excitement taking over her. “Fuck! I almostforgot.”
She handed me a plastic bag. “What didyoudo?”
She shrugged. “It actually was Gavin’s idea. He didn’t want you to feel left outuphere.”
I opened the bag to reveal my present—the best tank top in existence. It was heather gray with the Otter’s logo in the upper right corner and a huge number thirty-three in the center with the wordsCrosby’s Girlin scrollingcursive.
More tears. “This isthebest!”
“The best part is that Crosby has no idea I haditmade.”
“Thank you so much!” I hugged Myla before taking our seats to watchthegame.
Our guys killed it out there. It was a clean game, no scuffling and not too much trash talk. I was impressed, to say theleast.
“I think the other guys lost their mojo after winning game three,” Griffin commented when there were only two minutes left in the thirdperiod.
“Hush. Don’t jinx it now.” Olive sneered at Griffin and Myla whipped around to glareathim.
He threw his hands in the air. “Mybad.”
I chuckled, shaking my head at him. “Don’t you know betterbynow?”
He dropped his head. “Yeah, you’reright.”
Luckily, Griffin did not jinx us. I couldn’t believe what I was watching. The New York Otters were holding the Stanley Cup, and we were all crying and hugging in the box as we watched our victorious men celebrate ontheice.
“To my house!” Mylayelled.
We all climbed into a stretch limbo and were heading to a party that was already all set up. We had figured win or lose, we were going to be gathering, so we’d prepared for everyscenario.
“Don’t worry, Jess, I remembered the Tito’s,” I teased from across thebackseat.
Her face lit up. “That is because you areincredible.”
It didn’t take too long for the entire team to burst through the door of Gavin and Myla’sapartment.