Imogen He’s taking my breath away, literally I cannot breathe. My breath hitches and I inhale deeply. There is something about seeing Cody Brannigan in a tux. If it wasn’t bad enough when he came into my room earlier this is a whole different game. I didn’t think he was going to change, he said he wasn’t. Yet he has. The navy brings out his startling blue eyes that look as if they’re dancing as he feasts his eyes upon me. I feel a little self-conscious, not something that ordinarily happens to me. But the way he is looking at me, makes me feel like I’m pooling. His lips are slightly parted and it’s taking all my strength to avert my gaze to Atlas before he suspects something. “Hey little sis. Looking damn fine tonight. You scrub up well.” He extends his bent arm to me, and I hook mine through his. “Yeah, you’re looking okay too. You borrow the suit from someone?” I chuckle. “Cheeky mare. It’s a Ralphi.” I nod, of course it would be. How could I forget he is their brand ambassador

Imogen “I’m heading to my room.” I tell Atlas who is now also standing. “I’ll walk you and make sure you get there in one piece and not get sidetracked by any one of these players who can’t keep their eyes off you.” “For real, Atlas? I’m more than capable of getting to my room on my own.” “Actually, I’m heading to bed too. How about I walk her up? We’re on the same floor. You’re on the floor beneath us.” Cody butts in. Thank God for that because my brother is playing the overbearing big brother card too heavily right now. “Suppose so.” Atlas shrugs his shoulders. We bid out goodnights to the others around the table. “I’ll walk with you guys too.” Calli says and Nolan follows after him. I swear those two should have been born twins. Where one is the other is right by him. It’s so cute and I sure hope that they never get separated if one or the other gets drafted. I wonder how the guys really feel that Atlas and Cody are being drafted. It must really suck. They’ve been playing tog

Imogen I open my eyes and stretch my arms above my head. God, I ache from where Cody was inside me last night, but I do feel like I’m glowing after three, yes, three orgasms all in a short space of time. That man sure does know how to use his tongue on my clit and his dick inside of me. I move my head to the right and see something on the pillow, it looks like a piece of paper. It must be getting on; I know Cody was going to leave during the night. He said he was going to wait until I fell asleep then sneak out so nobody would be the wiser that we’d spent the night together. Although, I have to say, if Atlas had come banging on my door this morning, he would have gotten the full lashing of my acerbic tongue. There’s being a protective big brother and being an overprotective big brother. The writing is perfect, it almost flows like old fashioned script. Immi baby, fell asleep with you in my arms. It was the best night I’ve ever had holding you close to me, listening to you breathing

Imogen The game is so exciting, and I just know they’re going to win. After a bit of a shaky start and the first few minutes, my heart was in my mouth but now they look to be on a winning streak. There are just a few minutes left and we’re ahead by three points, that should surely secure us for going through to the next round so Vancouver will be set if this is the case. I see Cody stealing glances at me as often as he can, it makes my heart swell. That guy out there, the one with the tight ass, muscular thighs and those electric blue eyes that find me, he’s mine. One hundred percent all mine and I can’t help feeling all gooey inside. I know for sure that my grin when he looks up at me is one of those goofy grins. But who cares. “Hey girl. What’s up?” I know that voice, it’s so distinct and has almost a nasally pitch to it. I turn and see my bestie standing there in a long camel coat, knotted with a belt at the waist and black boots. Her hair is covered with a trilby hat, and she l

Imogen Autumn and I grab some food at the diner in the rink and wait for the guys to come out. They’ve been almost an hour. Did I want to go down and watch? I mean I had a pass from Atlas so yes I could have done. But it’s not really my thing and I am now relieved that their draft came out when we were flying last night and not that I went to the junket and then found out. That’d have killed me, especially with Autumn by my side. “You not interested in the press conference?” She asks me as she wipes mayo from her chin. It’s cute. “Nah, not really. They talk a lot of spiel, it’s all about the transfer for Atlas and Cody.” “About that, what are your plans?” She looks a little concerned. Let me tell you, Autumn would love to see me settle down and be happy. To have my feet firmly in one place and with someone who deserves to be with me. Her words not mine, but I’m beginning to believe them. I do deserve this. I’m a good person, I don’t drink too much, most of the time, okay. I never t