Cold Fury Hockey # 3
New York Times bestselling author Sawyer Bennett goes
Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/125350-cold-fury-hockey
I stand at the sink and wash the griddle clean. It’s actually kind
of a pleasure to clean up in a kitchen like this. I’ve never
been in a home this nice, and it’s hard not to stare around in
wonder at all the shiny. His kitchen is übermodern, with sleek
blond-oak cabinets and stainless-steel handles. The counters
are done in black granite with flecks of gray throughout and
the sink is a massive single bin made of some type of stone.
kitchen counter with Ben as they eat their breakfast. His eyes
remain pinned on me, a mixture of anger and confusion.
him at any moment to just fire me. I can see it in his
eyes…That’s what he wants.
that I cut a glance at Zack, and I saw fury wash over him. It
scared me so bad, I almost ran out of the house right then.
But I didn’t because I really, really, really need this job.
Without it, I’m just one bus ticket away from being forced to
return home to live with Daddy in our dingy tin can of a trailer
in the backwoods of eastern North Carolina. And I promised
myself when I left home five years ago, as much as I adore
my daddy, I would never let that happen.
over the years along with my sheer will to survive and
promptly ignored Zack and his dirty looks and started to
clean his kitchen. He didn’t say a word, just watched me as
I worked and sometimes would make conversation with Ben.
empty plates and walks over to put them in the dishwasher.
When he’s finished, he turns to Ben and says, “Why don’t
you go upstairs and play in your room a bit? I need to talk to
Kate about a few things.”
his way upstairs.
over the faucet. Turning to Zack, I find him leaning a hip
against the counter with his arms crossed defensively over
his chest. His gaze is frosty when he says, “What exactly did
Delaney tell you the job would consist of?”
and even though he has the face of an angel with dark brown
hair and whiskey-colored eyes perfectly supported by
a strong jaw, so much animosity is radiating off him that I think
he may be the devil.
sports. All kinds of sports, but in particular, Cold Fury hockey.
When North Carolina got its first professional ice hockey
team, I had just started sixth grade. But I remember sitting on
the ratty green corduroy-covered couch in our trailer, and
Daddy and I rooting for the Cold Fury. Of course, often he’d
be drunk and passed out by the third period, but at least for
two periods we’d have a good time bonding over our mutual
love of the sport.
never been to a live game, that being an absolute luxury
I could have never afforded, but because every game is
broadcast locally, I rarely miss one unless I’m studying for an
important test or something. And because I follow the team
so well, I know exactly who Zack Grantham is.
a jersey, I’d probably get one with his name on it. Or maybe
Alex Crossman’s. Or even Garrett Samuelson’s. About four
months ago, Zack was in a terrible car accident that killed
Ben’s mom, Gina, and caused him to be kept out of the first
half of the season with a fractured wrist. That has apparently
healed enough that he’s ready to return to the team, and thus
the need for a nanny for Ben.
Delaney, for an interview. I had posted my résumé and
qualifications on a website for nanny services, knowing it
would be a long shot because most of my experience came
from helping my sister, Kelly, with her three kids, and other
various babysitting jobs. But at this point, I needed work, so
I was applying to every place I could think of.
body jerks over the derision in his voice.
nanny for Ben. That the position would be full-time until he
started school in the fall, and then part-time after that. She
said I’d be responsible for his care when you weren’t here
and that I’d have to do basic household chores and stuff.”
rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Delaney thinks you’re right for this
job. I’m going to have to trust her on that.”
involuntary step backward. “If you harm one hair on my
child’s head, I will make you regret it. Do you understand?”
position and just shrink away from the threat in his voice. But
I’m not that young girl anymore. I’ve pulled myself out of
crappy circumstances and made a new life for myself. I’ve
worked hard over the years to build up my self-esteem, and
I’m not about to let this man tear it down.
“I appreciate your protectiveness of Ben, and I’d feel the same
way about my own child. I can assure you, you have nothing
to worry about. But I have to insist that you treat me with
some type of respect for the position I hold. At the very least,
you don’t want to teach your son it’s okay to threaten
and intimidate women, do you?”
a dark brown. He blinks a few times and shakes his head.
“Are you always this blunt?”
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