Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 279

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Epilogue 8-1

ALLISON’S POV

“Evans cannot be stopped. He is on fire!” the commentator roars above the noise. “The captain is determined to get the team to the playoffs.”

And that’s exactly what I hope for.

I’m standing close enough to the glass that my breath fogs it every time I exhale and I’ve been exhaling like a hundred times in the last ten minutes alone.

The arena is loud, and I’ve been to enough of Justin’s games that I should be used to it by now. But tonight is different.

The Bruins haven’t had a good season. Montreal took the first qualifying spot two weeks ago. Maple Leaf locked up second shortly after, and Panthers clinched third last Tuesday. Which leaves Justin fighting for a wildcard spot and as captain, in his first season, it feels like he doesn’t really have the option to fail.

With another sigh as the Rangers‘ captain takes the puck, I press my fingers against the glass. I really can’t stand here in his jacket and cheer all night just for him to lose.

On the ice, Justin is everywhere. That’s the only way I can describe it, and soon the puck is back in their hands.

“Come on,” I mutter under my breath. “Come on… come on-

The puck moves too fast for me to follow cleanly, and then there’s a scramble in front of the net–bodies colliding, sticks clashing. Justin comes out of it with just enough space, a half–second of open ice, and he takes the shot.

The red light goes on and the arena breaks open in noise.

“YES!” I shout before I can stop myself, realizing too late that my reactions to Justin’s games are usually online before I even get home. But honestly, I don’t care.

The cheers are still rolling through the arena when Justin breaks away from the pile of his teammates, and I already know where he’s skating before he even turns–toward me.

He slows to a stop right in front of the glass, chest rising and falling hard, his grin beautiful.

He points at me. Then, with his glove, he draws a heart on the glass.

In response, I press both hands to my cheeks, laughing, and blow him two kisses. He catches them and presses his fist to his chest before his teammates start dragging him away.

He skates backwards for a few seconds, still grinning at me, until he has to turn and rejoin the rush of players.

I shake my head, chuckling under my breath when the commentator’s voice cuts through the noise again.

Epoque 8-1

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“And there it is, folks…Evans‘ signature post–goal ritual. We’ve seen it all season,” he says. “But I’ll tell you something. You want to know when the captain is truly unstoppable? Check who’s sitting in the stands. Maybe, just maybe, when his wife is watching, the man simply cannot miss.”

That sets me off again. I shake my head, pressing my lips together, but there’s nothing to be done about my smile.

Then the Jumbotron finds me and my face appears on the screen almost immediately.

The crowd’s energy intensifies, their roar swelling from a different direction and I look up.

They lose it.

I wave, because what else do you do, and that makes them louder.

“For anyone who didn’t know,” the commentator says, clearly delighted, “Evans is married to none other than Samantha Ridge herself. Yes, that Samantha, from one of the most–watched shows on TV”

Laughter ripples through the arena and I duck my head, grinning.

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