The Romance Line (Love and Hockey #2) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Funny, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Love and Hockey Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
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A flush crawls up my chest and along my neck, setting my face on fire. “Seriously?”

Josie cracks up. “Sweetie, of course he did.”

“I…” I begin, but I’m speechless. And turned on all over again. “I guess I didn’t think it through. Really? Really?” But of course that’s what he did. “I didn’t play out the whole ‘what happened next’ bit in my head.”

“Because the act of theft is hot in and of itself,” Maeve supplies with a cat-like grin. “You were fixated on the simple fact that he took them.”

I wince but nod guiltily. “I was. Since that was just hot,” I say quietly, leaning closer to them as I whisper, “No one’s ever done that before. But the fact that he did kind of got me going this morning.”

Fable’s naughty grin spreads. “So what you’re saying is you were too turned on from him taking them to even think about what he did with them?”

“Girl, what he did to me is all I could think about last night when I got into bed. Then this morning before I left for work. And at work while I was supposed to be finalizing the press notes for tonight’s game,” I say, then lift my iced tea. I need a drink. I’m hot all over. After I take a thirsty sip, I put down the glass with some finality. “But it can’t happen again.”

“Why?” Maeve asks curiously.

“We work together. It’s considered a bad idea to get involved with a player.”

“Really?” Josie asks, seeming sad on my behalf.

“It’s an unwritten rule. Mostly because of all the ways it could go wrong,” I say, laying out the facts. “I’m not his direct report, and he’s of course not mine. But that doesn’t matter necessarily. If you get involved with a player, it could change the way the other players see you, how the media sees you, and of course how management does. Every move you make could look like favoritism or bias. Someone could think you’re promoting the guy you’re involved with over other players. And that could hurt the team dynamics. And it could look like I’m trying to use that connection to move up. I don’t want to take that chance, especially when I’m competing for a promotion.”

“That makes sense,” Fable says, nodding thoughtfully. “I know Blaine Enterprises has all sorts of guidelines in its HR handbook about office romances and relationships with co-workers. It’s good to be careful.” That’s the company she works for that owns the city’s winningest and most popular football team.

“Exactly,” I say, trying to stay as clear-headed as I can about the Max situation—since last night can’t happen again. “If a fling goes south, the team doesn’t want to find themselves in the position of punishing a player. They spend millions on their players. And it’s understandable—the players are the product. But no one wants to handle a broken heart at the office.” I pause. “Or worse.”

Maeve sighs, then drags a French fry through her ketchup. “I wonder what it’d be like to have an office romance. They always sound so hot.”

She’s an artist so she’s never worked in an office.

“Maybe you could have a studio romance. With a moody sculptor or a tortured painter or something. And then you’d get paint all over your—” I gesture to her chest.

“Yes! I want to find a man who’d like to paint my tits red.”

We crack up, but when the laughter fades, Josie clears her throat, turning to me. “But I get where you’re coming from, Ev. Your job matters to you. You’ve worked hard for it. I personally don’t think sleeping with a player undermines that, but I understand why you’d worry.”

“Thank you,” I say with a sigh of resignation. Renewed acceptance, too, that last night was a one and done. “It’s hard enough as a woman in sports. I remember reading this memoir by a female sports reporter about all the harassment she had to endure and the sexism. That’s the other thing—there’s this overhang for a lot of women working in sports. Getting involved with a player kind of goes against years of sisterhood trying to make it an even playing field.”

“Sisterhood matters,” Fable says, then tilts her head. “But so do your feelings. Do you care about him?”

I think about Max and the things we’ve spoken about. About his grandfather, about his past heartbreak with Lyra, about his sister. He’s been surprisingly open with me, and it warms my heart when he is. Those moments when he shares feel special in ways I didn’t expect. But even though I shared about our night together, I won’t share the personal details about Max—those are for me and me alone.

I keep my answer simple and truthful. “I care about him. But there’s no room for anything more. Our work together has barely begun. There’s so much we still have to do,” I say. This afternoon I need to focus on the Dogs on Ice event I have planned for next week—part of step two, the community outreach phase we’ve been building toward. This will be the payoff. Or so I hope.


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