Breathless #5 (The Breathless Romance Series - Book #5) by Claire Adams Page A

Johnny’s
usual aggressive style. But of course, he couldn’t say anything about it really.
He couldn’t suggest anything. He had to remain as neutral as possible; the most
I heard the man say was that Johnny, “looked like he was in trouble this
evening.”
    The buzzer ticked down the last few minutes of the period
and I was at a loss. The other team scored another goal! They were four points
ahead — even with the last period of the game to go, four points ahead was a
difficult thing to come back from. It was almost hopeless. In fact, most of the
seasoned fans around us were saying that the best that the team could hope for
to come back from that was that they could, with a lot of luck, bring it up to
a tie and make it a shoot-out. Somehow, that sounded less than promising to me.
They had to make a comeback. They had to get in the game; Johnny had to get in
the game. I looked at Georgia as the regulation clock ticked down the last few
seconds and then the buzzer sounded announcing the intermission. I saw Johnny,
his face sweaty as he took of his mask and helmet, and an idea occurred to me
all at once. “Georgia, hold my seat again,” I said, feeling giddy and
breathless.
    “You’re not going to beat someone up, are you?” I
shook my head.
    “I’ll be back. I swear.” Georgia looked at me and I
felt myself blushing, but I wasn’t about to explain the idea that had popped
into my head just yet. “I’ll be back in time for the third period.”

 
    Chapter
Nine
    I found my way over to the locker room where I saw the
last of the players filing in, looking less than happy with how the game was
going. I bit my lip. I knew that Johnny was distracted. I knew that everyone
was distracted, really. But the idea I had in my head of talking to him was not
exactly orthodox. But really, I thought, what else could I do? I didn’t think I
could work any kind of magic, but I knew that it had helped in the past for
Johnny to talk to me, just as it helped me to talk to Johnny. Maybe if we could
talk, I could get to the bottom of what was distracting him and we could fix
it. I hoped.
    I saw the goalie heading for the locker room and took
a deep breath. “Hey,” I said. “Hey!” the goalie looked up from his gear and
blinked at the sight of me.
    “You’re Johnny’s girl, right?” he said. “What are you
doing out here instead of screaming your head off in the stands?” I blushed.
    “Look, could I…could I talk to Johnny real quick?” I
bit my bottom lip. The goalie rolled his eyes with a grin.
    “Look, he’ll have plenty of time for you after the
game, even if he does lose.” I put my hands on my hips, getting irritated.
    “I’ve had a really long day, and honestly, I’m at the
point right now where if you don’t get him I’ll just walk in there and find him
myself.” The goalie’s eyes widened with respect.
    “Coach says women weaken the legs — we’ll just not
tell coach,” he said, winking at me. “Stay right here. I go find him for you.”
    I knew the intermission wasn’t very long; I fidgeted,
pacing back and forth while I waited for Johnny to show up. Of course, I had no
way of actually knowing if the goalie had just been humoring me or if he had
actually gone to get my boyfriend. I wondered what he thought I wanted to do to
Johnny. I closed me eyes and grinned to myself; I had
a really good idea of what I wanted to do to Johnny, I just couldn’t do it
here, I’d have to wait until after the game.
    Just when I was starting to lose all faith, thinking
that the goalie either hadn’t been able to get to Johnny, hadn’t tried, or that
Johnny hadn’t been able to sneak out, he appeared. My legs went weak at the
knees; Johnny had his mask and helmet off, but he was still in all the rest of
his gear, looking even more muscular and gorgeous with his face and hair
shining with sweat. “Johnny!” I hurried to close the distance between us,
throwing my arms around his broad shoulders, pulling