I didn’t know if Cassie was looking in our direction or not. The stimulus of looking back in her direction was too much, but I needed to cover my bases, and slipping away, I eased into a side room where there was no one.
Just me. Just four seats in the front with glass partitions keeping me from the people underneath us, and I sank into the seat in the far corner and bent over.
Forehead to knees.
Sometimes this helped. Just a bit. I needed a handle on it because I was having a slight panic attack, and I knew I’d been triggered at realizing I was off-schedule for my meds. But I could do this. I’d done it for years before, and now at least I had the coping mechanisms in place.
Head closed. Eyes bent forward.
I mean, switch those around, and a breath.
I recognized the sound of a door closing, and that had to be Melanie.
I didn’t know who was supposed to be in this box with us—if they were going to come in here or not—but I knew whoever it was, Melanie wouldn’t let them through. No way in hell. I was safe and I could relax and I needed to find a tunnel.
I needed to find a line.
I needed to focus on that line—and when some of the buzzing faded a bit, I looked up.
I ignored the people underneath.
They were a part of an ocean.
I was in a boat.
I was looking forward, at the surface of the water. That was the ice, and the guys were out there, already warming up.
I found Cut, he was zipping around. Shooting. He was laughing with one of his teammates, and I was so damn tired. Exhausted already.
I should go home.
I’d be worthless by the end of the game, but no. I could do this. I just needed a small handle on it. The panic attack was easing. It would slide away and things would be easier after that.
It had to be, I’d waited so long for him to notice me.* * *CUTJesus. It was a barnburner.
I was wiped, but hyped by the end of the game. We won three to two.
Hendrix came up to me. “I can’t believe Squatch. He came out of fucking nowhere, right?”
I was on a high. This was the best part of the game. Well, not the best. Part of the best. Playing. Fighting. Icing. All of it, being out there, going head to head, pulling out a win.
I fucking loved this game.
“Guys are heading to Bresko’s. You in?” He held out a fist. “We’ll use the back room.”
“Uh.” I met his fist with mine. “I’m not sure. I’m supposed to meet up with someone.”
His grin turned cocky and knowing. “Nice. Bring her for a drink or two.”
“Maybe.” But no way, and not at Bresko’s. We were all heading for the locker room, but I looked up. I looked up every time we left, and she wasn’t there.
She said she would be, so what the fuck?
Everyone was happy. They all wanted to celebrate, and I was there with them, but I needed to get to my phone so I could see what was going on with Cheyenne.
“Cut.”
Cassie popped in from one of the hallways. I gave her a chin-lift. “Hey, Cassie.” And kept right on going.
“No, Cut…” She tugged at the corner of my sweater, indicating to a side room.
Already not liking this, I went with her. Cassie wasn’t asking about my elbow, and she looked strung out, nervous almost. We stepped in, and she moved to the door so it was only open an inch. “Hey, um…” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing back to the hallway we just left.
“What is it?”
Her shoulders rolled back, her head lifted higher, and she spoke, more sure, “I don’t totally feel right doing this, but I also don’t totally feel right not saying anything.”
Fuck.
“What is it?” My teeth were starting to grind against each other.
“Melanie called before. She said you and Cheyenne were heading out after the game tonight.”
“That’s the plan.”
“Well, they showed up and they’d been drinking.”
Okay…
“Something’s wrong with your girl.”
“What?” I frowned. “She sick?”
“No, I mean, well, maybe. She was acting drunk, which was fine, but it wasn’t the right kind of drunk. Melanie was holding her up, but not at the same time. It was all off. I took them to one of the VIP rooms, and she went in a side room. She was in there by herself most of the game until suddenly, Melanie got a text from her, and they hurried out of here.”
“She left?”
“Yeah, but, Cut…” She moved closer, dropping her voice, and she was biting into her bottom lip. “I wasn’t getting a good feeling about her. It’s like she was on something. Drugs, maybe. And I know you’re not like that, and you’re definitely not into that with your girls.”