Chapter 21
The Hockey Star’s Remorse
I woke with a yawn, squinting my eyes as the sunâs rays peeked through the thin curtains. I glanced over at the alarm clock and
saw that it was only eight in the morning. It felt like Iâd slept longer.
I threw my legs over the side of the bed and pressed my feet onto the floor. My ankle was still tender, but it wasnât as bad as it
had been yesterday. I was able to walk to my suitcase and gather some clothes for the day.
There was some ruffling on the other side of the room and I turned, stunned to see Timothy adjusting himself on the small couch.
I blinked wildly, recalling last night's turn of events.
It all seemed so distant, this dark memory lingering in the back of my mind. Timothy watching over me as I fell asleep made me
feel a little less vulnerable.
âYou're up.â
I turned again, this time meeting Timothy's warm gaze as he sat up and stretched his long body over the stiff couch. I felt bad
that heâd had to curl himself up just to fit on it, but he didnât seem too bothered as he smiled tiredly at me.
âHow'd you sleep?â he asked.
I shrugged, still feeling the sleep tugging at my eyelids. âFine. You?â
âWell enough.â He pulled away his blanket and stood up, getting another stretch in. âDid you want to head down for breakfast?â
Before I could respond, my stomach rumbled, and the obnoxious sound echoed throughout the room. It had effectively stunned
me into silence once more, but Timothy snorted.
âI'll take that as a âyes.â
All I could do was nod, already feeling like I'd made things more difficult in the past 30 hours. We took the elevator down and I
headed toward the breakfast buffet to look at the selection. The food looked pretty appetizing, hopefully well worth the money
spent on it.
As I started stacking my plate with fresh fruit, I felt Timothy hovering awkwardly by my side. When I went over to the next booth
to get eggs, he followed right
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behind me and waited for me to fill my plate before speaking.
âAbout last night,â he began, rubbing the back of his neck, âAre you really okay? I mean, your ankle seems fine, but you had that
attack.â
I bit my bottom lip, trying my hardest not to meet his eyes. âItâs fine. I was just stressed. That's all.â
âThatâs a huge response to stress,â he said with a shrug. âAnd your boss wasnât helping at all. Is he always like that?â
âHe just wants this to be a successful trip,â I stated. âAnd Iâve been having those attacks for a while. He just caught me at a bad
time.â
Timothy paused. âFor a while?â
âIt's fine.â I scooped some hashbrowns onto my plate and faked a smile before walking away from the buffet line. I found a table
by one of the windows, which overlooked the densest part of the forest. To my surprise, Timothy came and sat opposite of me.
âYou don't have to sit with me. I promise Iâm okay,â I said quickly. He was so tall, his knees knocked into mine underneath the
table as he adjusted himself.
He started to smile. âI want to. Youâre good company.â
My eyes widened in surprise as he started munching on his toast. I couldnât comprehend where he was coming from with all of
this. I nibbled awkwardly at my eggs, occasionally looking up at him and finding a content expression on his
face.
After breakfast, we went back to our rooms and packed our things for the trip back. I made sure to keep my pills close to me this
time around. I hadnât received. any new texts from Bruce, but just one was enough to push me over the edge.
What was I supposed to expect when I got home? Was he waiting for me there? He couldnât possibly be waiting there with Aria
around, or had he done something to
her?
I took a deep breath and shook my head, banishing those thoughts. Maybe I was thinking too deeply about this. I wasnât exactly
low profile at this point, having to deal with Timothy's case, so any move he made would be noticed.
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For security, I swallowed two pills and flushed them down with some water before gathering my suitcase and heading out the
door. I met Timothy and the boss. downstairs in the lobby waiting for the bus. I kept my distance from them both, not favoring
either interaction that could come from doing so.
The bus arrived ten minutes later and drove us all the way to the airport. It was about an hour wait before then, so Mr. Erickson
and I grilled him with questions.
âHow was the trip overall, Timothy?â I asked desperately, leaning toward him. âIâm really sorry that you didnât get to finish the trail
because of me, but I hope you at least got something out of all of this.â
Timothy looked down at me, his lips curling into a grin. âNot at all. You were a wonderful guide.â
This news surprised Mr. Erickson and the fear started to leave his face. He looked between us, then started to smile
meaningfully. It started to occur to me that maybe he knew Timothy hadnât left my room the other night, no matter how innocent
the circumstances.
Eventually, it was time to board the plane. We were back in first class, but there was no stewardess dripping over Timothy this
time around. It seemed like it was going to be a peaceful trip.
I still wondered about what Timothy said. Evidently, Iâd been âwonderful", but I couldnât understand what part of our trip had
matched that description. I was constantly on edge throughout the whole trip. I doubted I was all that nice to be around.
âHey.â
I followed the sound of Timothyâs voice drifting across the aisle. He was staring at me, his eyes focused as usual.
âI meant it, by the way. You being good company,â he said firmly.
I smirked. âYou can drop the act. Iâm pretty sure my boss has fallen fast asleep by
now.
Timothy rolled his eyes, the back of his head thumping against the seat as he slumped backward. âItâs not an act. Iâm just
expressing my gratitude toward the firm, since you guys took it upon yourselves to bring me out here. Am I not
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allowed to be grateful now?â
âYou can,â I said with a shrug. âJust...with everything that happened, I wouldâve thought you'd take your chances with some other
lawyer. Someone who didnât freak out so easily.â
He leered my way, like Iâd just insulted him personally. Something darkened behind his eyes as his hands curled into fists. âI only
trust you with this case, Evie. From the time Iâve known you, youâve worked hard, and you're reliable.â
I opened my mouth to interject, but he quickly cut me off.
âAnd I only threatened to get that coworker of yours fired so that heâd stay off your back. He seems like the type to screw around,
and I didnât want that for you,â he said stiffly.
His eyes kept on searching my face before the resolve left him and he looked away. Suddenly, he took his phone out and began
tapping it before tossing it in my. direction. The screen had a bunch of Stellaâs texts on them and I started scrolling through it.
It was a desperate display. Every text was more determined, begging Timothy to take her. When it eventually got to her text on
closing his opportunities with the team, I felt ill about presuming heâd been interested in her.
âWe could use these,â I said. I kept my eyes trained to the screen, my face burning. There was an anger bubbling within me, and
the words became blurred.
Now more than ever, I was determined to win this case.