Aiden's jaw drops and Josie starts laughing hysterically. She draws in a deep breath, looks like she's going to say something, and then starts laughing again.
"Wow," Aiden says slowly, his lips curving upward. Josie's laughs turn to snickers. "You've got a colorful past. I like it. So are you back with the father?"
"No," I say quickly. Maybe a little too quickly, and Josie's snickers go immediately silent as she watches me. My gaze cuts back to Aiden. "I'm single and enjoying myself."
"Enjoying yourself so much that you'd pass up a nice dinner out with a sincere, good-looking guy like myself?" Aiden asks, his smile going sly.
I laugh and shake my head. "I think I need a little time to get settled into my new life here. Things are a bit hectic and, well, dating would kind of complicate things for me."
"How about maybe just lunch one day here at the hospital cafeteria?" Aiden presses. "We won't even call it a date."
I have to admit, the man is charming in a way I've not ever encountered before. He's not laying it on overly thick, and I'm flattered by his interest. I've not felt worthy of a man's honest attention in a very long time, so it's a little bolstering to my self-esteem.
I turn to look at Josie and scratch my chin, "I don't know. Josie...is he really a good guy like he claims?"
Josie's eyes practically sparkle with mischief as she turns to look at Aiden. I look at him as well and I'm surprised to see him cringe.
"Aiden broke my heart," Josie says, and I'm so stunned my head whips back toward her. She grins at me. "It's true. Way back when. But in truth, I can't be mad, because Aiden's path and mine weren't meant to flow together. I was meant for someone else and he's got someone out there waiting for him too."
My eyes slide back to Aiden, who has a mixture of regret and embarrassment on his face as he stares at Josie.
"But yes," she continues, and we both look back to her. "He's a good guy, and I think you should have lunch with him sometime here at the hospital."
"Well, that was awkward," Aiden mutters as he pushes up out of the chair. Josie doesn't look chagrined in the slightest.
I'm surprised when Aiden bends over and presses a swift kiss to the top of Josie's head and says, "You're a brat."
A soft laugh flows out of Josie's mouth, and it makes Aiden smile at her as he shakes his head. He then turns to look back to me. "It was nice meeting you, Gracen."
"Likewise," I say, feeling a bit bad for him. Josie just totally ruined his game, so I add, "And I'd like to meet up for lunch sometime."
Aiden's grin splits so wide, and is so dazzling for a moment, I can't help but smile back at him. "Awesome. I'll get your number from Josie later."
After Aiden leaves, Josie starts packing the rest of her sandwich back into the plastic wrapper. "And my ten minutes are up. I need to get back."
"The life of an ER doctor," I say with a laugh before taking another bite of my sandwich.
"Seriously, though," Josie says as she stands up. "Aiden is a good guy. You know, if you're interested in dating."
I shake my head as I measure my feelings right now. Aiden was a really nice guy, and getting to know him as a friend would be fine, but for some reason it feels like a betrayal to do so. "I'm really not, Josie. Maybe in time."
As if she could read my thoughts, she leans in toward me, placing a palm on the table. "You don't owe Marek anything. You may be living there and coparenting with him, but you are free to date others."
"And that kiss?" I murmur softly, feeling ashamed it meant something to me and not to him.
"What kiss?" she asks with an arched eyebrow. "You said it can't have any meaning."
I give a sigh of frustration. "But just because it can't have meaning doesn't mean it doesn't."
"I'm not following," she replies, her eyes filled with concern.
"You need to get back to work."
She ignores my brush-off. "I can spare a few more minutes."
"Don't bother," I say with a forced smile. "It's really nothing worth talking about. I'll admit I still have some feelings for Marek, so the kiss meant something to me. But he doesn't have those feelings anymore for me. They've been gone for a long time, as evidenced by the fact he broke up with me. I've just got to remember that and focus on helping him to build a better relationship with Lilly."
"I think you're wrong," Josie says, and I blink at her in surprise.
"You don't know Marek. I'm not wrong."
"He might be angry, Gracen," Josie says with such surety she makes me pay attention to what she's saying. "But he loved you at one point, and you bore his child. I don't care what ugly feelings exist, there is going to be a part of Marek that loves and respects what you gave him as a father. That could be something to build on."
I'm shaking my head without giving any thought to that. "Impossible."
"Why?"
"Because put aside for one minute that Marek is angry with what I did to him--keeping Lilly from him," I say in the barest whisper. I take a deep breath, let it out. "Put that aside and realize Marek betrayed me too. He broke my heart and left me when I was vulnerable. I might not be having the same feelings of anger, but don't think that what he did to me isn't without consequences. I don't know that I could ever trust loving him again."
Josie's face goes pale as she takes in what I just said. She swallows and gives a slight nod. "I hadn't really thought about that."
"Well, I have," I tell her. "A lot. For years, actually. I had these stupid fantasies that one day Marek would sweep back into my life and tell me what an idiot he was for leaving and that I was his true soul mate. The only woman he'd ever love. And as every week, month...hell, as the years went by, I realized that was nothing more than wishful, pathetic thinking. There's nothing to build upon between Marek and me because despite how much I still care for him, I don't think I could ever trust him again not to break my heart."
Josie just stares at me a moment, then surprises me by moving around the table to squat down beside my chair. She takes one of my hands in hers and squeezes. "I'm sorry. And I know what you're feeling. I felt the same exact thing with Aiden once upon a time. The only thing I can tell you is that time will heal those wounds. And maybe it's not meant to be Marek for you. Hell, maybe it's Aiden or some other hot dude that would worship the ground you walk on. My only advice to you is to be open to it. Don't close yourself off to possibility."
I think her words are foolish, but she's a wonderfully kind human being who is riding high on finding the love her life. So I just smile at her and give her what she needs to hear right now. "Okay. I promise I'll keep myself open to possibility."
Chapter 15
Marek
My skin prickles with excitement and my blood sings in recognition of a new hockey season starting. It's nice to have my body physically react to something other than Gracen.
It's nice to have something else to keep my mind occupied other than Gracen.
Gray Brannon moves to the podium that sits at the base of the team meeting room. It has stadium-style seating with arced rows. Each seat has a flip-over desktop for us to take notes if necessary. We use this room mostly to review game film, but it's also for announcements and group discussions. Today's the first day of training camp, and it always starts off with a welcome speech by our general manager, who happens to be the only female GM in the league.
Each of my teammates sitting in this room probably have their metaphorical tongues hanging out as Gray strides up to the podium, a combination of grace and toughness. She's a knockout redhead with a slammin' body, which seems even curvier since she gave birth to her first child in May. If her husband, Ryker Evans, knew what every man was thinking in this room at this moment, he'd be wanting to stomp all our asses. As it is, our esteemed goalie coach just casually watches his wife take the stage front and center, although I don't miss his eyes dropping to her ass briefly.
Gray puts her hands on the podium and picks up a remote that turns on a projecto
r. A pull-down screen behind her lights up and a four-digit number appears: 1983.
Jerking her thumb over her shoulder at the screen, Gray says, "Nineteen eighty-three. The last time a team has won more than two Stanley Cups in a row."
She pauses and takes a moment to sweep her gaze slowly across the rows, taking in all of her players who are burning to get back out on the ice and get our third consecutive championship.
Gray clicks the remote control and a new image appears behind her. A low rumble of growls from the players resonate through the room as we take in a screen shot of a recent article that was published in Sports World magazine by one of their senior hockey reporters, Colin Hannity.
The headline reads, WHY THE COLD FURY WILL FAIL THIS YEAR.
Gray grimaces and nods her head. "I see you all have read this scintillating piece of sports journalism."
More growls.
Someone in the back of the room mutters, "That reporter is a cunt."
Gray doesn't even blink over that crudity. She's in a roomful of testosterone-driven men who play a violent sport. Words like cunt and fuck are dropped repeatedly, and Gray has heard it all. More important, she would never want us to change our language in deference to her being a female, since it's been a struggle for her to overcome the prejudices she's faced over the last two seasons since she took on this new role with the organization.