My Hockey Alpha

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?

burst out laughing. A raccoon?” 1 chortled. “Are you telling me you swerved off of the road because of

on the other end of the line. I could almost see her pouting, her

saved the entire town of Mountainview from the Crescents, survived on her own with

I don’t know if I should leave you alone anymore,” I continued to tease as I stood and wiped the sawdust off of

to come pick me up,” she said, ignoring my jabs. “And we still need

took on a more serious tone. “I’m on my way.

sigh of relief. “Just artnoyed, both at myself

promise to pick up Nina, I hung up and prepared to leave. Just as I was heading out the door, however, a glint caught my eye. I frowned

photograph of my mother in a cracked frame, forgotten in the whirlwind of renovations. I picked it up gently, tracing the image of her smiling face. I missed her.

bastard sometimes after my mom died, I still missed him. I wanted nothing more than to make up for

the bright colors and the eclectic furniture. I think that my father would have liked it, too, although he seemed to pick

that he ever actually liked the color gray. I think that it was really just a way for him to punish himself, a way to convey the feeling in his heart that his life had

photograph down and made a mental note to pick up a new frame while we were

around the nearly

even ten minutes down the road, I spotted her. As I pulled up next to Nina’s car in the ditch, I found her sitting

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

disrespect than anything else. They may as well have spat on his grave. But I supposed that it was a good thing that