America's Sweetheart

by Jessica Lemmon

  “You probably shouldn’t be feeding her people food.”

  Nick started and glanced to his left where a woman stood holding a glass of red wine.

  Busted.

  He eyed her. He didn’t know who she was—dating one of the young guys maybe? He couldn’t help but glance at her left hand. No ring.

  She was pretty enough, although big dark-framed glasses hid half her face. Okay, not really. Looking closer, she had nice enough eyes behind the hipster glasses. Her mouth though was hot—full-lipped, with up-tilted corners. Messy brown waves brushed her shoulders as she shook her head. “Don’t worry, I won’t rat you out.” She smiled.

  “It’s meat. It won’t hurt her.”

  She looked down at Molly, still shamelessly begging. “Molly, you’re so cute. It’s hard to resist giving you whatever you want.” She handed the dog a little piece of cheese from the table.

  “Hey.”

  She gave him a mischievous smile. “She’s adorable.” She set her drink down, bent, and picked up the puppy, cuddling her and letting her lick her chin. “Aren’t you adorable, you little mooch.”

  He watched Molly lavish affection on the woman as if she knew her and loved her. Huh.

  “I’m Jodie.” The woman extended a hand. “A friend of Kendra’s.”

  Right, right. He was a tool. Introductions were polite. “Nick. Nick Balachov.” He set his plate down on the table and took her hand to shake it. As his fingers closed around hers, he was struck by how soft and delicate her hand felt in his, yet her grip was firm and strong.

  “Nice to meet you, Nick.” She set Molly down and picked up her glass again. “I’ve heard Max mention you. You play hockey with him.”

  “Ah, yeah.”

  She smiled, apparently waiting for him to say more. Silence drew out. “Well! That’s exciting. Hockey’s a, um, crazy sport.”

  He stared at her. Crazy?

  “I mean, it’s very violent. I mean, physical. I don’t really know much about it, but I think there’s lots of fighting, right?”

  “No.”

  She blinked. “Oh. Um. Okay. I went to a game once, and there were a couple of fights.”

  She went to a game once? And she was judging the whole sport on that one game? Christ. “Most games there are no fights.”

  “Oh, okay. But, still, there’s a lot of hitting. Slamming each other into the boards and knocking each other down.”

  He lifted an eyebrow. “Yeah.”

  “It seems really scary to me.” She laughed. “But I guess not to you.”

  He shook his head. She was way too chatty for him and his mood. He lifted his empty glass. “Excuse me. I need another drink.” He paused, gritting his teeth at the urge to be polite even as he gave in to it. “Can I get you something?”

  “No, thanks.” She held up her own glass, still half full. “I’m good.”

  He gave a brusque nod and turned away, heading across the room to where the bar was. He helped himself to another Scotch. As he poured it, a burst of laughter assailed his ears, and he winced, then let out a short breath.

  Parties were fun, he reminded himself.

  He moved toward the living room, surveying it and sipping his Scotch. He noticed the doors to the balcony and a couple of shadowy figures on it. Curious, he strolled that way and stepped outside. The evening was clear and calm, chilly but bearable. Hallsy, Duper, and Rosser were there with cigars.

  “You found the cigar bar.” Hallsy held up his smoke. “Want one?”

  “Sure.” Nick plucked one from the container on the table and used the cutter next to it. Hallsy flicked a lighter and held it up for him. Nick puffed on the richly flavored stogie.

  “Boosh says he’s doing better,” Duper said.

  “Still not cleared for even noncontact practice though,” Nick replied glumly.

  “And Gander and Rupper are both out now. Man.” Hallsy shook his head. “Why does it always seem things happen all at once?”

  “And we’ve been playing well, dammit.”

  The team had been doing well this year, but injuries were starting to plague them with a few guys out now. And Chaser was still struggling to score goals, playing fewer minutes, which meant Nick was playing more. They both played left wing, and Coach had juggled the lines, moving him up to the third line to play with Rico and Brick. Nick knew he was a solid fourth-line player, a grinder, not a star goal-scorer, and this extra pressure of more minutes and new line mates was weighing on him. He wanted to live up to expectations and do what he could for the team.

  He worried he wasn’t capable of that.

  “So has Lovey lost her mind being pregnant?” Rosser asked Duper.

  Duper snorted. “Hell yeah. She says she can’t do dishes because it makes her nauseous.” He grimaced. “Well, in fairness, she has been sick a lot.”

  “That sucks. Jenna has to always have food with her, and she uses the bathroom everywhere we go in case she doesn’t get another chance. Apparently she has to pee all the time. Baby’s sitting on her bladder, or something.”

  Nick winced. He didn’t really want to be part of this conversation.

  “Does she get weird cravings?” Duper asked.

  “Not anymore. At first she did, like, all she wanted was sauerkraut.”

  “Sauerkraut? Jesus.”

  “I know, right? And pickle juice. She drank it from the jar.”

  Nick stared in horror.

  “Yeah, I’ve made a lot of donut runs for Jenna.” Rosser shook his head. “At midnight, even.”

  Hallsy stubbed out his cigar. “Well, I better get back in there.”

  “Yeah.” Rosser and Duper did the same.

  “Coming?” Hallsy asked Nick as he moved to the door.

  “I’ll stay out here a bit longer.” Nick held up the cigar.

  The air was crisp and clean, layered with the mellow scent of Nicaraguan tobacco. He moved to the short wall and looked out over the glittering city. He missed having this kind of view, but he was enjoying working on his house. He got lost in thoughts about what projects to take on next, and so the feminine voice startled him.

  “Oh, it’s you,” she said.

  He recognized the voice—Jodie, who he’d been talking to earlier. He turned. “Hey.”

  “You’re missing the party,” she said.

  “Not really,” he said wryly.

  She tilted her head, then said, “Wow, you’re rude.”

  His chin jerked back. “What?”

  “You’re at a birthday party. You were hanging out all by yourself in the dining room earlier, now you’re out here. It seems a little rude to your host and hostess to not even hide the fact that you don’t want to be here.”

  That obvious, huh? He scrubbed a hand over his mouth. “At least I came,” he muttered.

  She gave him a disbelieving look. “You didn’t even want to come to your own friend’s birthday party?” She shook her head. “That’s sad.”

  Annoyance rubbed inside him. Who the hell was she to judge him?

  “Hey, is that a cigar?” She moved closer.

  “Yeah.” He gave his head a shake at the swift change of topic.

  “Can I have a puff?”

  “Uh…” He looked down at the cigar, bemused, then held it out to her. She took it and, damn, watching her put her lips on it where his had been was inexplicably hot.

  She leaned on the railing of the balcony next to him and blew out smoke into the cool night. “Nice.”

  “Only the best for Hallsy.”

  “So why are you such a grouch? Not enough fiber in your diet? Can’t be PMS.” She puffed again on the cigar, then handed it back to him. “Oh, I know—not enough sex. That’ll do it.”

  He choked. “Jesus.”

  “Sex does have a posit
ive impact on mood,” she continued. “Although depression can affect your libido. Maybe that’s the problem.” She slanted him a glance. “Have you sought medical attention?”

  “Christ, no.” He glared at her.

  “Hmm. So just a lack of sex, then. But it’s not that easy, I know. I mean, sex is great but it’s not a magic mood booster. Bad sex or sex for the wrong reasons won’t help your mood. On the other hand, mediocre sex could give you an ego boost and improve your mood a lot.”

  “Are you offering?”

  Jesus fucking Christ. What did he just say? The words had popped out before he could think them through. Heat washed up from his chest into his face.

  She laughed, luckily not taking offense. “I doubt you need me to help. You’re a professional athlete. Don’t you have groupies stalking you night and day?”

  Yeah, that did happen, but he wasn’t much into the bar scene anymore, and puck bunnies didn’t usually hang out at Home Depot or Menards. He just shook his head.

  “Seriously, there are lots of benefits from having sex, including mood boosting. Stronger immune system. A lack of sex can make you more susceptible to erectile dysfunction and prostate cancer.”

  “Christ.” He rubbed his mouth. Who was this woman?

  “Although I’m more familiar with the effects of sex, or lack of sex, on women,” she continued cheerfully. “Did you know that there are compounds in semen—melatonin, serotonin, oxytocin—that have mood-boosting benefits for women who have unprotected sex?”

  “Uh…”

  “On the other hand, unprotected sex doesn’t improve your mood if it results in an unwanted pregnancy or an STD.”

  He blinked, mouth open, watching her spout off. Unbelievable.

  He’d already made an escape from her once on the pretext of needing another drink. He couldn’t use that again. Although, in truth it wasn’t a pretext—he most definitely needed another drink. He set his cigar into a big ashtray. “You must be cold. Let’s go back in and join the party.”

  “Great idea!” They walked back into the warmth of the condo. She stopped short. “Oh my God! Is that Jordyn Banks?”

  Nick glanced across the room, where his teammate Chase Hartman stood, still wearing his jacket. Must have just arrived. And yes, he was accompanied by Jordyn Banks, who he was apparently dating now. Obviously Jodie knew who Jordyn was—a pretty famous rising pop singer. “Yeah.”

  “Holy crap!” She blinked her long eyelashes rapidly behind her glasses, staring at the couple. Then she muttered, “I knew I wasn’t going to fit in at this party.”

  He frowned. What the hell did that mean?

  “Uh, everyone’s a little starstruck around her,” he said.

  She grimaced. “Oh sure. You’re all frickin’ famous.”

  Kendra waved at them from where she stood talking to Chaser and Jordyn, beckoning them over. Jodie stretched her mouth into a smile and started toward them.

  Most people would rush over to meet a famous pop star. She seemed…reluctant. Huh.

  Nick headed in the other direction, over to the bar to pour another generous splash of Scotch into his empty glass, then gulped back a mouthful that burned its way down his esophagus. Good thing he’d taken an Uber here.

  Kendra was motioning him to come meet Jordyn Banks too. Swallowing a sigh, he crossed the room and let Kendra introduce him. “Nice to meet you,” he said to Jordyn, shaking the pop star’s hand.

  “I heard you had to have surgery on your vocal cords,” Jodie said to Jordyn. “That must have been scary.”

  “It was. But I seem to be recovering well, so I’m staying positive.”

  Nick made an effort to be sociable as Boosh and Brick joined them, and somehow the conversation took a turn into the bizarre.

  “You gotta be careful having sex,” Brick said. “I read about this guy who went blind because he came so hard.”

  Jodie choked on her wine.

  “Bullshit.” Chaser frowned. “I mean, I’ve gone temporarily blind, but you can’t go blind from an orgasm.”

  Jordyn lifted a hand to her mouth to cover her smile.

  “No, for real. He lost the sight in one eye.”

  “I don’t believe it.” Chaser shook his head.

  “How much you wanna bet?”

  “Shit.” Now Chase started to look doubtful.

  “I think it could be true,” Jodie offered. “He probably had a hemorrhage in his eye—popped a blood vessel.”

  “Yeah, I think that was it,” Brick said. “I don’t think it was permanent.”

  “Okay, never mind the bet,” Chaser said. “You would have ended up washing my jockstraps for the next year.”

  Jodie grinned, and Nick blinked. And stared. She had a gorgeous smile. Then he frowned because Brick and Boosh were both staring at her too. Brick moved closer to her, eyes on her face. “Sex injuries—the struggle is real.”

  She shot him an amused look. “Speaking from experience?”

  “Not me.” Brick grinned. “Well, unless you count carpet burn.”

  Jodie laughed, a low musical sound that made the base of Nick’s spine tingle. “I guess that counts,” she said. “Lucky girl.”

  Everybody laughed. Except Nick. Brick’s gaze honed in on Jodie even more.

  Nick’s lip curled.

  “I knew a guy who broke his penis,” Boosh said, wincing.

  All the guys made sounds of pain.

  “Also, shower sex sounds fun,” Brick said. “But remember last year when Pilker was out for a few games? Well apparently, it was because he slipped in the shower doing the deed and fell on his shoulder.”

  “Shut up!” Chaser laughed. “Is that true? Why didn’t we know that?”

  Brick shrugged. “Like he’d want us to know that. Remember, he was acting all weird and evasive about how it happened?”

  “Nonslip mats give new meaning to the words ‘safe sex,’ ” Jodie commented.

  Brick grinned approvingly.

  “Oh, remember the stories we heard about sex toys getting lost up in there?” Kendra said to Jodie.

  “Oh yeah.” Jodie nodded. “It’s pretty common actually.”

  The men all gave her mildly horrified looks.

  “It’s worse when it’s not actually a toy,” she added. “Sometimes people improvise with, ah, other objects. Phallic-shaped objects. Food.”

  “Say no more,” Brick said. He moved closer to Jodie with a flirtatious smile. “So you and Kendra are business partners in your sex toy company, right?”

  Oh, that was why she liked to talk about sex so much. Jesus. Nick scowled as Brick and Jodie separated from the group, watching Jodie as she laughed and gave Brick a flirty smile back.

  Huh.

  Were they still talking about sex? Brick looked totally enthralled, until Boosh joined them, apparently also interested in talking about sex with Jodie. The two guys gave each other a long look that clearly said, Back the fuck off, dude.

  Nick blew out a puff of air and gulped his Scotch. He needed another one.

  Laughing and flirting weren’t exactly his thing.

  A while later, a few more drinks down the hatch, he was standing talking to Hallsy, Benny, and the team captain, Duper, when the room started to spin. He gave his head a shake. Damn. He’d been tossing back the drinks a little too fast. Should’ve known better.

  He made his way unsteadily down the hall to the bathroom, where he used a paper cup to guzzle back water after he’d washed his hands. Fuck. All he wanted to do was lie down and close his eyes.

  Hallsy had lots of bedrooms. Why the hell not? He left the bathroom and stepped across the hall to one of the rooms, knowing Hally’s master bedroom was next door. He opened the door and moved into the dark room. The blinds on the window were still open and city lights and moonlight gav
e him just enough illumination to find the bed in the shadows. He staggered over and threw himself down onto it.

  He breathed in the scent of the pillow, a lush, sexy scent. Kendra must use nice fabric softener. He closed his eyes against the spinning room. Ugh. Not good. He rolled and set a foot on the floor, an old trick he’d learned back in his teenage party years. Yeah. That helped. He took a few deep breaths and let himself fall into dark oblivion.

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