47. Natalie

Chapter 47

Natalie

The bastard winks at me.

My heart stutters, and I resist the urge to press my hand to my chest as the door to the penalty box is opened and Luke and the other player launch out of it.

Someone taps on my shoulder. “Do you know him?”

I turn to look at the woman one row back and two seats over. She’s stretched over her companion’s laps, her eyes wide and excited.

Biting my lip, I nod.

There’s no point in denying it.

Her smile is wide. “Awesome.”

I notice her green hoodie with the Sleet logo. A fellow fan.

She leans even closer. “Tell me he’s as good as I think he is.”

My cheeks flame at her question, and she snickers.

“Christ, Stacy,” the guy closest to her says as he drags her back into her seat, saving me from having to answer.

Facing forward, I try to act as normal as possible as I watch the end of the game.

And when there’s a break in the play, and the jumbo screen shows footage of Luke winking at me from the box, I pretend the clip won’t be recorded and played on TV.

Of course it will, but maybe some other athlete drama will unfold, and no one will care to figure out who I am.