What Are The Odds?: Chapter 14
What Are The Odds?: A college hockey romance. (Phil-U Book 1)
Grace.
I hunched over, resting my hands on my thighs. The treadmill slowed to a stop. I watched as a bead of sweat appeared with the turning conveyor belt. Despite the freezing temperature outside, I was sweating as though I was about to walk out to a sunny day. I listened to the complaints and haggard breaths of my team. That workout hadnât been easy for anyone. Ava fell to the ground beside me. She rolled from side to side, resting her hands on her ribs as she fought to regain her breath. I was tempted to do the same, though I knew my chances of getting back up wouldnât be high.
âBloody. Brutal,â she choppily exhaled.
It was. But I liked it. My favourite out of water workouts were the ones that left you hunched over, contemplating every bad health decision youâd ever made. Iâd forget all about this feeling tonight when I snacked after dinner. Then tomorrow morning, Iâd pay the price all over again. It was a never-ending cycle. One Iâd been familiar with for as long as I could remember. I pulled my baggy t-shirt over my head, using it to wipe my face. My chest and the slither of skin between my sports bra and gym shorts glistened with sweat.
âStretch then clear out,â coach instructed. âThe hockey team has this space in fifteen.â
I moved to the wall, propping my toe against it to stretch my calf. Usually after a workout the team was chatty, but today we were nothing but a group of heavy breathers. I could feel the bottom of my ponytail sticking to the sweat on my back. I may as well have gone in the pool I was that wet. I switched legs, sinking my teeth into my lip. My muscles were so tight. It was going to take a lot more than stretching to recover from this workout. As if reading my mind, Stella suggested an ice bath. As hard as they were in the moment, my body always thanked me afterwards. I needed to foam roll my legs first though otherwise Iâd be limping around campus tomorrow. I started with my hamstrings, getting into position before gliding back and forth. Iâd seen first-hand the injuries that happened to athletes when they didnât take the right steps to recover. It wasnât just about how fast you could swim, or how you held up in out of pool trainings. Recovery was just as important. If anything, it was the most important part. Bodies couldnât perform if they were damaged. The atmosphere among the swimming team shifted. When I glanced over my shoulder, I realised why. The hockey team were making their way over. It was easy to tell the hockey and swimming guys apart. While the guys on my team were incredibly fit, the hockey guys were huge. None of them were below six-foot, and half of them were either covered in tattoos or facial hair. I wondered whether Levi had any tattoos. If he did, none of them were visible right now. He walked alongside Will, dressed in black shorts and a fitted black t-shirt. The silky material clung to his torso. While the ice hockey team spent a lot of time training in the ice rink, the practices Iâd overseen in the athleteâs gym were always hard hitting. They lifted heavy. They pushed the limits in conditioning workouts. And from what Iâd heard, they went hard on the ice as well. Both Ava and Stella froze when Levi headed towards us. He carefully dodged the many swimmers stretching on the floor.
âMorning, Hughesy.â He cocked his head. âTough workout?â
Looking up at him, I feigned innocence.
âHow can you tell?â
Iâm sure I looked as spent as I felt, but I didnât have the energy to be bothered by that. Levi lowered to the ground, sitting on a spare foam roller and resting his elbows on his thighs. He was so big it was almost comical. Like a full-grown adult sitting on a toddlerâs chair. He dragged his hands through his hair, causing his biceps to flex.
âWhat are you doing Saturday night? We have a home game. Then thereâs an after party at our place. You keen?â
âSounds fun. What time does . . .â
I trailed off when Leviâs eyes darkened. I followed his eyeline. Ryker was strolling this way. A smile stretched across his face when he caught my eye. I smiled and waved back. Like Levi, Ryker was dressed for his workout. Ours had been extra early this morning. Probably a conscious decision from our coach to ensure we didnât get in the way of the hockey or football teams.
âHey Grace.â Rykerâs tone shifted. âHolloway.â
Levi responded with a head nod. Ava scrambled back to her feet. Stella followed suit.
âWeâre going to hit the ice baths,â she said. âYou ready, Grace?â
Nodding, I got to my feet too. I wrapped my t-shirt around my neck, using it as a sweat towel. My chest was still heaving from the workout.
âSo, Saturday night?â Levi prompted.
Ryker shifted from foot to foot. âWhatâs happening Saturday night?â
Levi squared his shoulders. âGrace is coming to my game.â
âReally?â Ryker faced me. âIâm free. If youâd like company.â
Stella poked her head around my body, a smile transitioning her face.
âGrace would love that.â
Ryker winked at me.
âItâs a date.â