Chapter 30

Imogen

I am seething, red hopping, angry-mad. I will kill him, I swear I will when I see him. This is so humiliating. How could he? How could he? And to threaten Dean. What is wrong with that asshole?

Sure, I get it. Nobody wants to have the shit kicked out of them at any time, let alone when they’re on the ice in front of thousands of screaming fans and definitely not when there’s a Stanley Cup game taking place. Is Dean spineless? Couldn’t he have just told Cody where to go? In any case none of that matters now, he said goodbye quicker than fire starting on dry grass and I’m left sitting here like a loser in the bar/diner. Fuck me this is shit.

“Another coffee.” This time it’s a young lad that asks me. I have no idea where Hoolaghan went probably to take care of business out the back. I shake my head.

“No thanks. I’m about to leave.” I drop him some cash on the bar and gather my bag together and lightweight jacket I brought with me. You know because I was anticipating being out much