Falling for the Backup (Novella): The Assassins Series Read Online Free PDF

sweet girl, but Aynslee figured all bets were off when it came to a hockey game. She was screaming louder than most of the men and using language that would make a sailor blush.  
    Everything was so confusing but by the end of the second period, she not only knew what icing and hooking were, but she was quickly turning into a hockey fan. The rush of the game was unbelievable, she loved it! The only thing she wished was that Jordan was playing. The Odder guy hadn’t let one goal in, but she wished she could have seen Jordan play. He looked as if he was sleeping but when a puck flew into the bench, everyone hit the deck all except Jordan who caught the puck with his big glove and handed it back to the coach. He moved like a ninja and she’d bet he was the same way on the ice. Or in bed.   Sigh.
    “I wish he was playing.”
    Sadie shook her head, “Nah, we are playing the Wings, we need Odder in the goal. We can’t lose, and like I said, Ryan isn’t the goalie he used to be.”
    “That’s so sad,” Aynslee said, her heart breaking for him.  
    Maybe that was why he walked away from her. Why he was so closed off. She wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them, and tell him that even though she didn’t know him that well or know how he played, she thought he was awesome anyway. Aynslee shook her head, she couldn’t do this. It didn’t seem right to watch him from afar when she knew that something had been between them. There had to be a way to meet up with him again.  
    “Do you know where they practice?” she asked suddenly.  
    “Yeah, they are leaving for a road trip tomorrow, their next home game is next week, Saturday, and there is a practice that Friday morning.”
    Aynslee thought for a moment.
    “Isn’t Friday a holiday?”
    “Yup, wanna go?”
    “Yeah,” Aynslee said with a nod. “And I’m gonna get that man’s number.”
    “It’s thirty.”
    Aynslee looked over, ready to smack Sadie but she was grinning at her and all Aynslee could do was laugh.  
    Shoving Sadie’s arm, she said, “Shut up, you know what I mean.”
    “And you thought that when you Googled him, you were stalking him,” Sadie said still laughing.
    Yes, it was a little stalkerish to show up at his practice, at the place he worked but she had no choice. Surely when he saw her, he would know that he couldn’t walk away again. Maybe he thought about her as much as she thought about him. She wondered if he went to sleep at night wishing she was there. Or maybe he was fucking anything with tits and had completely forgotten about her. It was a possibility but Aynslee couldn’t give up, not yet.  
    ***
    With a huff, Jordan ran his hand through his hair as he waited in line at Starbucks. He hated waiting in line and if he hadn’t had time to spare before going to the airport to leave for South Carolina, he would have been irritated, but he had a good hour and half before he had to leave.   He was not excited about this trip at all, another game where he would keep the bench warm. He wished his body ached, that he had the bruises that Tate had after last night’s win, but instead, he had nothing. He may have jammed his finger when he was putting on his pads, but other than that, nothing.  
    Jordan had planned on getting a coffee and relaxing in his favorite chair just to pass time and to get ready for the meeting he had later that afternoon with the IceCats. He hoped to God they liked him and wanted him, he was tired of not playing and with each passing day, he was becoming increasingly bitter. He was never like this, and he knew something was really off. He couldn’t blame it on the fact that he wasn’t playing though, because that had been going on for months. Recently there was a new loneliness and there was only one reason why he would feel like that. Or better yet, one person.  
    Aynslee Shaw.  
    God, he’d   fucked up. He should have tried to get her in bed, at least get laid, but he knew that it