The Penalty Box: A hockey sports romance novel (A Vancouver Wolves Hockey Romance Book 3)

by Odette Stone

  “I’m pregnant.”

  “Ahhh,” she exhaled. “I understand.”

  I needed her to help me understand. “He won’t talk to me. He left and he won’t communicate with me.”

  “I was hoping he’d tell you this himself.”

  I could hear the begging tone in my voice. “Tell me what?”

  “It starts with my story. If you can be patient and listen.”

  I was all ears. “Yelena. Tell me everything.”

  “When I met Mica’s father, I was a young girl with stars in my eyes, and his wealth dazzled me. I wanted the diamonds and the parties and the exciting lifestyle. And for the first few years, he gave that to me. It was a magical time.”

  I listened intently.

  “After Mica was born, my husband expected me to slow down. He moved us from Moscow to a local village because he thought it would be a good place to raise a child. We had so many fights. I wanted to party. I didn’t want to stay home with a fussy baby while all my friends were living a lifestyle he now forbade me from joining. Finally, my husband hired Nadia as Mica’s nanny. We hired her to help me, but I used her as an escape so I could jet off with my friends to places like Morocco and Spain.”

  She sighed. “Mica grew bigger, and I grew more distant. Soon I became the mother that would swoop into town to take him to the zoo or go to the ocean, but Nadia was there with him for every tear and every step. I knew my marriage was over, but for the sake of Mica, his father and I tried to keep up pretenses. But when I found out that Nadia was pregnant with my husband’s child, it was time to end it. I kicked up a fuss, mainly because of my pride, but I agreed to a divorce. I knew how to throw a party, but she knew how to make a home. And who can compete with that?”

  “What happened?” I breathed.

  “There was an accident. My husband was out of town, and Mica was out skating. Nadia, still pregnant, slipped and fell on the ice.”

  I covered my mouth, trying not to react out loud.

  “At first it seemed okay, but then it wasn’t. Mica was alone with her, in the middle of a storm, in the middle of the night, when she started to experience terrible complications. He was with her when both she and the baby died.”

  “Oh my God.”

  “The cooks found him in the morning. They said there was so much blood it looked like someone had been murdered. And he was sitting on the bed next to her body, holding that dead baby. For two weeks after that, my son didn’t speak. Not one word.”

  “Yelena.” Tears streaked down my face as I imagined what Mica had endured.

  She continued her story. “Worse, in his grief, my husband blamed Mica. Questioning him again and again about the fall on the ice, asking him why he didn’t go for help immediately. Mica was ten. He was a child. And Nadia was the adult making the decisions that night. My husband’s foolish blame caused irreparable damage to their relationship. Mica refused to speak about the incident and would not let anyone mention her name. He threw himself into hockey, and my husband retreated into his work.”

  Her voice sounded so resigned. “They both loved Nadia, and they both mourned her. Their life, their home, their happiness had died with her. They were so sad. No one could touch that sadness. I did the only thing I could do. I moved back home and took my place as wife and mother. But we were all broken. My husband lashed out at me, and I let him. Penance for my sins. And I lashed back, because someone had to pay for all this pain and hurt we now lived in. And Mica? He absorbed all of it into his heart. The damage we did to him I feared was irreversible.”

  My voice trembled as I blurted out my own trauma and fear. “He left me. He doesn’t want me or this baby.”

  “He’s scared, Charlie. More scared than he’s ever been. Those memories have become his worst nightmare. After that night, he told me he would never get married and he would never become a father. Now he is married and you are pregnant. I understand his fear.”

  I did too. “I love him.”

  “My son loves you more than life itself.”

  “So what do I do?”

  “You go and talk to him and you make him come home. And together you conquer this fear of his.”

  We sat silently together on the phone for a long time.

  Finally, I managed to say, “Thank you for sharing, Yelena.”

  “I was a shit mother, but believe it or not, I’d do anything for my son.”

  It took me two days to process everything she had told me. I had to sit with her words and envision what ten-year-old Mica had experienced to understand the extent of his fear. His refusal to marry, his determination never to have a child, all of that made sense in light of what he had endured. Now his reaction to everything made perfect sense. No one who lived through that, would ever want to risk living through that again.

  “Are you coming back?”

  “I’m going to try.”

  He had asked me to take the morning-after pill. To make sure I wasn’t pregnant. I had glibly determined it would probably be okay. He had been trying to prevent his worst nightmare, and I had taken a chance that it might not happen.

  What I couldn’t figure out was why we had unprotected sex. I had been the one to suggest a condom, but he had seemed almost indifferent to the risk. We had both made choices that day that had come back to haunt us, and now we were dealing with the fallout.

  I didn’t feel pregnant. Other than some nausea and tighter bras, I felt like myself. I had been so distraught over Mica’s reaction that I hadn’t yet come to terms with the fact that I was going to have a baby. None of this seemed real. All I knew was that I wanted my husband back.

  Getting Mica to talk to me was proving more than difficult. Mainly because he wasn’t answering his phone and I had no idea which hotel he was staying in. No one, not even Ryan, knew where he was. I was about to start stalking the arena, but then Zoey had a brilliant idea.

  The Valentine’s Day Charity Gala.

  Zoey found out through Ryan that Mica had been volunteered to attend. So she bought tickets for me, Ryan and herself to attend. Would he be willing to talk to me? Would I find the right words to make him want to come home? Did he even want to come home, or had he completely walked away from this marriage? Did he really love me? Could we find our way through this?

  “You need to look like a knockout,” she advised.

  I chose my dress carefully. I picked a sleeveless light purple dress that had a fitted bodice and softly flared into a wide tulle skirt at the hips. Big tulle flowers seemed to float on the skirt.

  I didn’t speak when Ryan and Zoey came to pick me up. I was too nervous.

  Zoey kept reassuring me. “It’s going to be okay. Mica’s going to take one look at you and everything will be fine.”

  I loved her confidence, but I wasn’t sure this plan would make any difference.

  In the front foyer of the hotel, there was a bar set up where a hundred patrons stood around drinking in their finest. I stood at the doorway and my eyes searched the room.

  There he was.

  He stood off to the side. He looked so fucking handsome in his tux. It reminded me of that fateful first day when he had changed in front of me.

  Then I saw Sabrina. She wore a blood-red fitted dress that should have clashed with her hair, but it only added to her glow. She angrily talked at him. He stood watching her with hooded eyes, no reaction on his face. My stomach did a queasy flop. Were they together? Was I too late? Is that why he hadn’t called me? Was my marriage already over?

  “Come on.” Zoey tugged at my hand. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this figured out.”

  I felt stupid for being here, chasing a man that didn’t want to be chased.

  “Do you think Sabrina is his date?”

  Zoey scowled. “No, Mica has way better taste than that.”

  “I don’t think he wants to see me.”

  She gave me a look over her shoulder. “Just trust me, okay? Let’s get through dinner. I have a plan.”

  A
familiar voice called me. “Charlie.”

  I inwardly winced as I turned to look at Andrew, striding towards me with a huge smile on his face. “Oh hi, Andrew. What are you going here?”

  He smiled. “I’m here because of my job.”

  We stood there awkwardly for a long moment. I was too distraught over Mica and everything else to have any energy to direct towards Andrew.

  He gave me a little smile. “Did I ruin our friendship with my Christmas gift?”

  I couldn’t lie to him. He had crossed a line. “That gift made my husband uncomfortable.”

  “You can tell him I have a new girlfriend,” he offered.

  “That’s great, Andrew.”

  “I’d love to introduce you to her one day.”

  Where was Mica? I worked not to look around for him. “I’d love to meet her.”

  He gave a nonchalant shrug. “She’s not here tonight, but Sandy loves her. We’re still working on Henry.”

  I felt like I was going through the motions. “I’m thrilled for you.”

  “I need to get to my table. Maybe we can catch up on a walk someday?” His smile broadened. “Maybe with my girlfriend?”

  “That’d be nice.”

  “Great. Have a great night.”

  He turned and walked away from me.

  Zoey looked at me. “How are you doing?”

  I felt terrified. “I’m freaking out. Do you think he saw me?”

  “Not yet.”

  “I think this is a mistake. Mica doesn’t want to see me.”

  “Don’t worry.” She promised. “We can discuss my plan while we eat.”

  Chapter 26

  MICA

  I tossed my vodka back while staring blankly at Sabrina. She was speaking, her lips were moving, but I had no idea what she was talking about. Nor did I care. The only reason I was at this event tonight was because they had told me it was non-optional. I had to get through dinner, sit through some speeches and then I could head back to my hotel room, which, luckily for me, was upstairs. Sabrina looked pissed about something, but tuning into her words took energy I didn’t have.

  I cut off Sabrina mid-sentence. “Why are you talking to me?”

  Her lips parted. “Excuse me?”

  “I asked, why the fuck are you talking to me?”

  “Mica.” She sounded shocked.

  Like I seemed to do to everyone these days, I took out my anger on her. “You know what you are? You’re not a puck bunny. You’re a bunny boiler. You’re the crazy chick who stalks people.”

  She stepped back from me, blinking.

  Uncaring, unfeeling, I turned on my heel and walked inside the gala.

  The dinner was interminable. I ate because I needed to fuel my body, but I didn’t taste my food. Hell, I didn’t even taste the shots of vodka I was tossing back. Those had stopped burning days ago. During the speeches, I toyed with my phone. My new OCD was to check and recheck my messages from Charlie.

  You have no new messages.

  She had stopped texting me four days ago. She went from asking how I was doing, to expressing herself, and then to pleading. I had read all of her messages a hundred times over. I went back to the start of time and read every text that she’d ever written me. Most of them I could recite by heart. But I never texted her back. Mostly because I didn’t have words to express how impossible this was for me, or how scared I was.

  And then, just like that, she’d stopped texting. Had she given up? If she had, it would be more than I deserved.

  You have no new messages.

  I had one photo of her on my phone. The one where she was lying in my bed with Sandy. I spent hours studying that photo, missing the curve of her smile, the smooth lines of her neck. The way her brown eyes seemed to sparkle when she was thinking about something that amused her.

  Why couldn’t I call her? Why couldn’t I man up and face her? I’d spent a lot of time in a holding pattern thinking about this, but even in this state, we had hope. If we had those tough conversations, we might kill the hope. And I could not handle that. I wasn’t even close to handling that.

  The crowd thundered their applause, and I made my way to the stage to receive the check for a children’s charity on behalf of the Wolves. I smiled, unfeeling, for the camera, shook hands and returned to my seat.

  You have no new messages.

  I finished my drink, and when the band started, that was my cue to bail. I had done my part and now I could go back to my hotel room and drink until I didn’t feel. I had two drugs of choice to numb and forget the pain: working out until I couldn’t breathe, and drinking. Since I could only work out so much, I ended up spending a lot of time alone with the bottle. You’d think this would have impacted my hockey game, but ironically, I’d never played better. Only when I was on the ice did I feel like I could forget.

  You have no new messages.

  I stood up and started to walk towards the door.

  There she was. A vision in floating purple. She looked so fucking beautiful that I thought I was hallucinating. I rubbed one eye. Maybe I was. Maybe I was more drunk than I thought.

  She gave me a tremulous little smile and started her journey towards me, weaving in between couples that were now standing up. My eyes tracked her, my head straining every time someone moved in front of her.

  Why had I thought I shouldn’t see her? Suddenly my heart was so happy, so light, I felt dizzy. I stood there waiting, not moving, because I needed to savor everything about her.

  Someone grabbed her arm and began to pull her to the dance floor. She protested, but they were insistent. She looked over her shoulder at me. I started to move towards her. She disappeared into the swirling group of dancers. I strained my neck, looking for her, finally locating her on the other side of the dance floor. She was looking up at someone and everything in my body stopped when I saw who she was dancing with.

  Fucking Andrew.

  Being that I was on my fifth vodka in, I wasn’t thinking clearly. Was Andrew her date? Had she come to this gala with him? Was he getting all cozy with her and the dogs, comforting her while her dick of a husband refused to call her back?

  The clarity of how stupid I was, hit me. While I had been off not dealing with anything, I’d left her vulnerable and alone for a vulture like Andrew to pick on. My only thought was that I needed to get her away from him and into my arms.

  I stalked across the dance floor and put a heavy hand on his shoulder. “You won’t mind if I cut in with my wife, will you?”

  Andrew’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You have her all the time. Surely you can share her for one dance.”

  I took her hand from his and tugged her towards me. “She’s mine, and I don’t share.”

  Never have more caveman words been spoken, but I didn’t give a shit. I felt barbaric. I felt a need to yank her back to my side, to protect her, to take care of her.

  Why had I ever let her out of my sight?

  With her hand in mine, I turned and began to walk off the dance floor. We weaved through couples and I dragged her out into the hallway before looking for the elevators.

  She didn’t say a damn word. She just picked up her skirts in one hand and worked to keep up with me. We rode the elevator in silence, and then I yanked her into my suite and shut the door before finally working up the nerve to face her.

  She stood beside the couch. Her brown eyes were wide on my face and her freckles stood out, looking so sweet I wanted to drop to my knees.

  “I’m a fucking asshole.”

  She shook her head. “I understand what is going on.”

  I tried again. “I wanted to call you. I wanted to talk. I didn’t know what to say.”

  We stood there staring at each other.

  In a voice so soft, so gentle, she said, “Your mom told me everything.”

  If she had reached forward and stuck a shiv into my heart, I wouldn’t have felt more pain.

  “Charlie.” That was all I could manage.

 
“You need to talk to me. You need to tell me what happened so I can understand your fear.”

  I shut my eyes, trying to shut out the images of that night. For years I had buried them. And for the last two weeks, I had done everything I could to block them.

  She held out her hand to me. Like a lifeline. I looked at her, and then I was walking towards her. She led me to the bed, and she crawled onto it, a vision in flowing purple. She tugged my hand, and I let her pull me onto the bed across from her.

  “Tell me about Nadia.” Her voice was so soothing, infused with so much love.

  I swallowed hard. This was it. This is where I needed to face everything I had been running away from my entire life. Moments passed before I managed to say, “I loved her.”

  Her eyes filled with tears and she nodded.

  I looked down at Charlie’s hand, so tiny in my own. “I wanted to go out to the pond that day. My dad had the gardener clear off the snow, and I used to spend hours out there, skating.”

  She squeezed my hand.

  “Nadia had come out with me. When she fell, she laughed. And I fell beside her and we stared up at the sky. Big dark clouds were rolling in. A storm was coming. She looked at me and asked me if I was ready to come inside.”

  I looked up and almost drowned in the love in Charlie’s eyes.

  I pressed my lips together, because they were trembling. “I thought I was having a nightmare when I woke up to her screams. I didn’t know that I was waking up into my nightmare.” I took a deep breath. “The lights weren’t working. The phone was dead. She was crying. I was crying, and there was already so much blood.”

  I felt wetness on my cheeks, but the floodgates were open. I couldn’t seem to stop the words from coming. “Our nearest neighbor was over a half a mile away. I wanted to go, to run there, but she begged me to stay. She told me the baby was stuck, and she needed my help. She told me to be brave, that we could do this together. She promised that when it was over, I’d have a new baby sister or brother.”