Spiked by Love (Bellevue Bullies 6)

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When my dad suggested we meet at Dave & Buster’s, I was down. I love this place—games and food? It’s a good time. After finishing everything I needed to at Bellevue, I beat my dad here. So, when he finds me, I’m playing Mario Kart.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” I say as he towers over me.

As I look up at him, I realized I’ve missed him. He’s been gone a lot, scouting for the Assassins. It’s weird since he was home nonstop after retiring, but now, it’s like when I was growing up and he was playing for the Assassins. Only I live on my own and pray a lot that my mom doesn’t get murdered by my sisters. So far, so good. But you never know since he isn’t there to referee.

I get up and we embrace. I’ve never been super close with my dad. I love him, very much, and I know he loves me. But growing up, it was always him and Aiden. They always had more in common with their love for hockey and everything else. I think, with me, I was always too smart. I’m not saying my dad isn’t smart, he is, but he struggles to this day with his dyslexia. I think I intimidated him in a way, and for me, I’ve idolized him.

I love who I am, and I’m proud of that, but I’ve always wanted to be what Aiden was to him. I know it won’t happen, though. I’ve had him for all of my twenty years, but Aiden’s only had him for twenty-one of his twenty-eight years. Dad still feel

s guilty for those seven years he missed with Aiden, so he tries to make up for it, and I understand that. Plus, I know my dad loves me. Completely. I’m not jealous, but I do feel a little inadequate when it comes to our relationship, which is totally my issue. I’m sure if my dad knew how I felt, he would feel horrible, which is why I don’t tell him.

“Hungry?”

“Starved.”

He wraps his arm around my shoulders, and we find a table. A waitress comes to us quickly, and after ordering, my dad looks over at me. “Miss you, bud. Haven’t seen you in a while. How’s work?”

“Great, I think I love working for the Bullies more than the Assassins, though.”

Dad grins. “No shit?”

“Yeah. It’s crazy, but I feel I run things at Bellevue, and I have more to do. With the Assassins, it’s only one massive jumbotron, but with Bellevue, it’s two different ones. I know it’s silly, but it’s the truth.”

“Just like your momma, like to run things your way.”

I shrug. “I guess, but I’m stoked.”

“Good. That’s real good, bud.”

“How’s scouting?”

He exhales heavily as our drinks are set down. “Rough. I didn’t realize how overwhelming it would be. I thought I’d go to games and just watch. No, people attack me.” I laugh. “I’m serious. These parents these days, man. I had someone offer me ten grand to scout their kid.”

My jaw drops. “Did you do it?”

He scoffs. “No way. Not only would Elli kill me, but the kid didn’t even know the difference between a backhand and a slap shot.”

My eyes widen. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, man. Rich people think money controls everything nowadays, but not for me. I’m looking for talent.”

“Which is why Elli chose you.”

He nods. “Add in the fact that she made me retire early, and you’d be right.”

I laugh. “You were going to retire anyway. You cracked, snapped, and popped more than a Rice Krispie.”

He chuckles. “Isn’t that the truth. My hip still isn’t the same.”

I grin. “But it all happens for a reason.”

“You’re right, which is why you’re back home.”

I nod. “Yeah. At first, I didn’t think so. But now, things are going well.”