My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 305

Chapter 305

Bonus 5: The Tease

Enzo

Dust and sweat clung to my skin as I wrestled with the new living room furniture.

It was a final touch to the renovations we’d been slogging through for months, transforming our once dull house into a vibrant home. Despite the exhaustion tugging at my muscles, a sense of satisfaction washed over me as I looked around the house. Our house.

Just as I was finishing up on the final bench for our massive dining room table, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

A picture of Nina lit up the screen, her smile making my lips curve in response. “Hey, love,” I answered, using my cleanest elbow to press the speaker button.

“Enzo,” she started, and I could already hear the hesitation in her voice.

“I… uh… had a little run-in with a raccoon. I maybe… sort of… kind of got myself stuck in a ditch.”

The last part of her sentence came out all at once like an avalanche. I could tell immediately that she was embarrassed. And I was a man; it was my job to capitalize on her embarrassment. What good would it be if I didn’t tease my fiancee a little?

1 chortled. “Are you telling me

on the other

teasing her relentlessly; to think that Nina Harper, the strong and independent woman who pretty much single-handedly saved the entire town of Mountainview from

continued to tease as

she said, ignoring my jabs. “And we still need

my voice took on

of relief. “Just artnoyed, both at

pick up Nina, I hung up and prepared to leave. Just as I was heading out the door,

face. I missed her. It wasn’t fair that she wouldn’t be there for my wedding with Nina, for all

be a bastard sometimes after my mom died, I still missed him. I

either of them would have liked the renovations we made on this house; my mother likely would have loved the bright colors and the eclectic furniture. I think that

was really just a way for him to punish himself, a way to convey the feeling in his heart that his life had become void of color since my mom

a mental note

the nearly

I spotted her. As I pulled up

my concern, her sulky expression struck me as comical, and I couldn’t

– it was really my father’s truck, but I decided to use it rather than let it sit in the garage and collect dust. It

dad’s house was more of a way to show their disrespect than anything else. They may as well have spat on his grave. But I supposed that it was a good thing that they didn’t know where he was buried. “I think we can safely declare the raccoon the winner,” I continued, my lips curling

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