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?

you telling me you swerved off of the road because of a

Nina huffed on the other end of the line. I

that Nina Harper, the strong and independent woman who pretty much single-handedly saved the entire town of Mountainview from the Crescents, survived on her own with a bullet hole in her leg, got spooked by

alone anymore,” I continued to tease as I stood and wiped the sawdust off of

you to come pick me up,” she said, ignoring my

my laughter as my voice took on a more

of relief. “Just artnoyed, both at

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 as I approached the

of her smiling face. I missed her. It wasn’t fair that she wouldn’t be there for my wedding with

him. I wanted nothing more than to make

wondered if 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 it was really just a way for him to

and made a mental note to pick up

a last, satisfied look around the nearly finished living room, I

keys and headed to the car. Not even ten minutes down the road, I spotted her. As I pulled up next

expression struck me as comical, and

was really my father’s truck, but I decided to use it rather

to steal it, but then again, they didn’t seem to steal much of anything. The act of ransacking my 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