His work and life were falling apart. His teammates were rallying behind him but he just couldn’t do it anymore. He’d debated telling Jacob and Caleb everything, but chickened out every time. He was going to tell them the day after he got married, but he decided to wait and tell them with Becky. He’d hoped if they saw how much he loved her they’d both be happy for him.
Magazine reporters were following him everywhere and he couldn’t get any peace. He was surprised no one had found out about his marriage, maybe what happened in Vegas had stayed in Vegas. With Becky leaving him he hadn’t told anyone and didn’t plan on it. His agent was loving all the press and had Imogene or some other model turning up to events as his date. Damon was getting sick of women being thrown at him to pose for pictures. His agent kept telling him it was good promotion for him to be seen with these popular people. Damon had a feeling it was going to bite him on the ass.
Jacob and Caleb could tell something was up with him and he knew he had to tell them. The problem was, with his game suffering and his heart in pieces he needed friends, and he was afraid when he told them shit would hit the fan.
He had a game this coming weekend. He’d booked a meeting with a private investigator for the day after the game. He was going to find Becky. He was getting his wife back.
Chapter Six
Becky sat in a bathroom at the arena, talking herself into going in and seeing Damon play hokey. Slowly she stood, took a deep breath, and told herself she had to see him. She’d told Jacob and Caleb she’d be at the game. They told her to call them after and they would see her. Becky hoped with Jacob and Caleb around, Damon would agree to see her. Her heart squeezed at the thought of being close to him. She walked out of the ladies’ bathroom and down to the spot Amanda had shown her.
Slowly she sat next to Amanda. She closed her eyes and told herself she could do this—she had to tell Damon. She had to stop being selfish.
Almost an hour later, Becky watched the scene before her, horrified. Two men were beating the crap out of each other, skating around on the ice as their teammates held each other off. The crowd went wild and Becky averted her gaze. Amanda screamed profanities at the team wearing red. The men before her were nothing like the ones she’d met at Disney World or stayed with in Vegas. They were animals.
Damon threw a punch that had his opponent falling back onto the hard ice. Becky winced as she sensed the thud of the guy hitting the ground. He was lucky he still had his helmet on, because otherwise Becky would bet it would have been a lot worse.
The crowd cheered and Becky shook her head in disbelief that so far in a hockey game there had been two fights and lots of attempted fights. She covered her stomach and debated if she should stay and watch the rest. This had been a mistake. She turned to Amanda, who had a huge smile on her face and watched the game with rapt attention. She had come with Amanda, would it be too rude if she left?
The crowd around her stood and pumped their fists and cheered as a goal was made by Damon’s team. Her stomach flipped as the camera zoomed in on his form. She settled in her seat and knew she had to watch at least this one game.
“Damon is on fire tonight, Becky. His games lately have been terrible. Tonight, though, he is in the best form I’ve seen him in years.”
Becky chewed on her lip and nodded, not taking her eyes of the man in question. “Lucky me.” She didn’t feel lucky, though, right now she was nervous and scared. She was glad she’d come but she wasn’t going to come again.
The seats Amanda had gotten were supposed to be some of the best in the arena. When the hockey players first come on and when they leave, you’re right next them. Amanda had said some would acknowledge you. Becky made sure she wasn’t there for the start of the game when the teams came out. She’d been too busy talking herself into coming in and sitting down to watch.
The game came to an end, and Damon’s team had won by a couple of goals. Becky didn’t think there was a way that the other team could have caught up.
Amanda was bouncing in her seat. “They are going to come by in minute. Let’s go to the side. I want to touch any part of Damon. He is just so hot, and if you don’t count the first couple of games this year he’s one of the best players.”
Oh, God. Becky felt sick. She couldn’t see him or his friends, not after watching that game. Becky knew she had to tell Damon about the baby, but she was scared. It had been almost three months since she’d seen him. She darted her gaze at the exit door and took a couple of steps toward them, only to be grabbed by Amanda and pulled to the side where she could see the players at the gate ready to walk through.