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Rachel Gibson

Copyright © 2011 Rachel Gibson

© Translation. E.A. Ilyina, 2014

© Russian edition AST Publishers, 2015

Sam Leclerc was an incredibly attractive son of a bitch. Everyone thought so. From sports commentators to housewives.

The girl wrapped in his blanket thought so too. Even though she's not a girl anymore. More like a woman.

I don't understand why I can't go with you.

Sam looked up from the knot on his blue striped tie and looked in the mirror at the model lying in his bed. Her name was Veronica Del Toro, although everyone knew her only by name. Like Tyra, Heidi and Gisele.

“Because I didn't know you'd be in town,” Sam explained for the tenth time. - It is indecent to appear with a guest who is not included in the list of invitees. - But Sam did not want to take Veronica with him at all for this reason.

But I'm Veronica.

Here. Here it is, this reason. This girl was rude and narcissistic. Sam, too, could act like a rude and narcissistic egotist, but despite all the stories about him in the papers, he knew how to keep up appearances.

- I won't eat much.

Most likely nothing will happen at all. And this feature terribly annoyed him in Veronica. She never ate. Veronica ordered so much food, as if she had been starving for several months, and in the end she only picked her plate with a fork, not swallowing a single piece.

Sam tightened the knot and moved his chin to fasten the top button.

I already called you a taxi.

Sam watched Veronica get out of bed and walk towards him. She moved across the carpet as if she were walking on a catwalk - long legs, smoothly swaying full breasts.

- When will you come back? Veronica asked, hugging Sam by the waist. She rested her chin on his shoulder and looked at his reflection in the mirror with her big brown eyes.

- Late. Sam glanced at the champion's ring lying on the chest of drawers. Made of white and yellow gold, it was decorated with the emblem of the team of diamonds, sapphires and emeralds in the amount of one hundred and sixty pieces. One side was engraved with the Stanley Cup and the date. On the other, Sam's number and his name. He took it out to show Veronica, but was not going to put it on. Even if he liked to wear jewelry, this ring covered a good half of his finger and was too big. Even for someone who loves to wear jewelry.

– How late?

Sam glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It's already half past six, and the ceremony starts at seven. He really didn't have time to meet Veronica. Although she did not often visit the city and promised that the meeting would pass quickly. Devil. It's high time to remember that Veronica doesn't do anything quickly.

- I'm really late. When will you fly?

- In the morning. Veronica sighed and ran her hands over the tight cubes on Sam's stomach. “I could wait for you.

Sam turned around and the girl's hands slipped around his waist.

“I don't know when I'll be back. The celebration can last all night. However, Sam doubted it. After all, the season opens in five days. He brushed dark curls from Veronica's face. “Call me when you get to Seattle.

“It may only happen in a few months. And even then I can not find you in the city. Veronica lowered her hands and went to the bed.

Sam stared at the girl's slender frame as she put on her tiny panties. He liked a lot in Veronica: her face, her body, her frivolity and the absence of any thoughts in her pretty head. Yes, and there is nothing wrong with frivolity. The fact that a person simply does not want to fill his head with thoughts. Life from this only easier.

We can always cross paths somewhere else.

- Right. Veronica pulled on a red T-shirt and then tight jeans. “Only you will have a black eye again.”

Sam smiled.

- Right. - He put on a jacket. Last season he fished out Veronica in Pittsburgh. They played against the Penguins that day. He scored a goal, spent four minutes in the penalty box for a double foul and received his first eye lantern of the season. Maybe this year this girl will bring him good luck? Sam took the wallet and slipped it into his back pocket.

“Last season, your beautiful face looked terrible,” Veronica remarked, putting on elegant high-heeled pumps.

Well, it wasn't all that bad. Just a few stitches and a few bruises. It's been worse in the NHL in sixteen years.

You should become a model.

– No, thank you. “A few years ago, Sam was shooting for Diesel underwear ads and almost died of boredom. For days on end he did nothing but sit in one place in white shorts, and photographers, light installers and other personnel fussed around him. The result of all this fuss was billboards and photographs in fashion magazines, in which his dignity hidden by signature underwear seemed truly enormous. Teammates would not stop playing pranks on him, and his mother was afraid to show herself in church for a whole month. Since then, Sam has decided to leave the modeling business to those who love this kind of attention to their own person. Guys like Beckham, for example.

He and Veronica left the bedroom. The setting sun cast bizarre shadows on the floor, and the leather furniture was buried in shadow.

Sam held the door for Veronica and then locked it with a key. He moved down the hallway, his mind flickering to the upcoming game against the San Jose team in less than a week. The Sharks were knocked out of the playoffs in the first round last season, but that didn't guarantee a victory for the Chinooks after the first meeting of the new season. Not guaranteed at all. The Sharks got pissed off, and some of Sam's buddies had a big break between seasons. He himself was not averse to relaxing, but at the same time he did not gain excess weight, and he did not plant a liver either. Johan and Logan had ten extra pounds on their bellies, and Vlad drank like a sailor on vacation. Walker Brooks became the captain, and this surprised no one. After all, in the past few years, he often served as captain.

“I love weddings so much,” Veronica sighed dreamily on her way to the elevator.

Everyone was waiting for the letter "A" to appear on the form of Alexander Devereaux, but there has been no official confirmation yet. Management hinted that they would not mind making Sam an "alternative captain", but he did not take the bait. He did not consider himself an overly responsible guy, and this state of affairs suited him quite well.

The elevator doors slid open silently, and Sam and Veronica stepped inside.

- What am I? Sam pressed the button for the desired floor.

- Do you like weddings?

- Not good. “Weddings seemed to him as merry as a kick between the legs.

They went down to the first floor in silence, and Sam put his hand on Veronica's waist as they stepped out into the lobby. The heavy glass doors swung open. A yellow taxi was already waiting at the door.

Sam kissed Veronica goodbye.

“Call me when you're in town again. I really want to see you,” Sam said, slamming the taxi door behind Veronica.

The darkening Seattle sky was already cloudy when Sam turned the corner and headed toward Fourth Avenue, where the Rainier Club was located. The sounds of the city echoed off the walls of the buildings that towered around Sam. He looked at his reflection in one of the windows. The evening breeze opened the lapel of his jacket and now flirted with the blond curl that fell on his forehead. Sam straightened his collar and buttoned up his jacket in an attempt to protect himself from the bone-chilling wet cold.

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I would like to give a few words to the talented author of this wonderful work - Rachel Gibson. You can see for yourself in her talent from the first page. Rachel's creative talent opened up in a rather miraculous way at the age of 25, when the TV broke and she had to read her first love story. Since then, Rachel not only began to read novels, but also began to write her own works. And you know, she's pretty good at it, her debut book was one of America's top ten favorite novels in 1998.

Do you believe in love at first sight? The main character of the book, Autumn Haven, does not believe either. In her youth, she suddenly married a handsome hockey player Sam LeClair, but as a result she was left alone with her little son in her arms and a broken heart. Since then, a lot of time has already passed, and Autumn did not dare to let someone into her life. She became a successful business woman and lived happily with her son, but one day her peace was disturbed...

He reappeared in her life ... His charming smile and a few words were able to excite Autumn's soul and passion flared up with renewed vigor, she is ready to forgive him an insult ... But what if this is another game for him, because he is famous and has many girlfriends? For Sam, this was also a big test. Will he be able to become a responsible father and a faithful husband this time, or will he again find a lot of excuses and leave her with a big wound in her heart?

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Added: 01/01/2016

Love at first sight does not exist - Autumn Haven is convinced of this, who, after a hasty youthful "marriage of passion" with handsome hockey player Sam Leclerc, was left with a broken heart. Alone with a baby in her arms. Now, years later, Autumn, a successful business woman and a happy mother, does not even think about letting someone else into her cozy little world for two, but you can’t escape fate. An accidental new meeting with Sam, a smile, a few words, and now the passion, forever, it would seem, buried under the weight of resentment, flares up again. But what if Sam destroys everything again? Or maybe love at first sight still exists? ..

Copyright © 2011 Rachel Gibson

© Translation. E.A. Ilyina, 2014

© Russian edition AST Publishers, 2015

Chapter 1
The one who becomes mine sometimes does not look like a professional athlete

Sam Leclerc was an incredibly attractive son of a bitch. Everyone thought so. From sports commentators to housewives.

The girl wrapped in his blanket thought so too. Even though she's not a girl anymore. More like a woman.

I don't understand why I can't go with you.

Sam looked up from the knot on his blue striped tie and looked in the mirror at the model lying in his bed. Her name was Veronica Del Toro, although everyone knew her only by name. Like Tyra, Heidi and Gisele.

“Because I didn't know you'd be in town,” Sam explained for the tenth time. - It is indecent to appear with a guest who is not included in the list of invitees. - But Sam did not want to take Veronica with him at all for this reason.

But I'm Veronica.

Here. Here it is, this reason. This girl was rude and narcissistic. Sam, too, could act like a rude and narcissistic egotist, but despite all the stories about him in the papers, he knew how to keep up appearances.

- I won't eat much.

Most likely nothing will happen at all. And this feature terribly annoyed him in Veronica. She never ate. Veronica ordered so much food, as if she had been starving for several months, and in the end she only picked her plate with a fork, not swallowing a single piece.

Sam tightened the knot and moved his chin to fasten the top button.

I already called you a taxi.

Sam watched Veronica get out of bed and walk towards him. She moved across the carpet as if she were walking on a catwalk - long legs, smoothly swaying full breasts.

- When will you come back? Veronica asked, hugging Sam by the waist. She rested her chin on his shoulder and looked at his reflection in the mirror with her big brown eyes.

- Late. Sam glanced at the champion's ring lying on the chest of drawers. Made of white and yellow gold, it was decorated with the emblem of the team of diamonds, sapphires and emeralds in the amount of one hundred and sixty pieces. One side was engraved with the Stanley Cup and the date. On the other, Sam's number and his name. He took it out to show Veronica, but was not going to put it on. Even if he liked to wear jewelry, this ring covered a good half of his finger and was too big. Even for someone who loves to wear jewelry.

– How late?

Sam glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It's already half past six, and the ceremony starts at seven. He really didn't have time to meet Veronica. Although she did not often visit the city and promised that the meeting would pass quickly. Devil. It's high time to remember that Veronica doesn't do anything quickly.

- I'm really late. When will you fly?

- In the morning. Veronica sighed and ran her hands over the tight cubes on Sam's stomach. “I could wait for you.

Sam turned around and the girl's hands slipped around his waist.

“I don't know when I'll be back. The celebration can last all night. However, Sam doubted it. After all, the season opens in five days. He brushed dark curls from Veronica's face. “Call me when you get to Seattle.

“It may only happen in a few months. And even then I can not find you in the city. Veronica lowered her hands and went to the bed.

Sam stared at the girl's slender frame as she put on her tiny panties. He liked a lot in Veronica: her face, her body, her frivolity and the absence of any thoughts in her pretty head. Yes, and there is nothing wrong with frivolity. The fact that a person simply does not want to fill his head with thoughts. Life from this only easier.

We can always cross paths somewhere else.

- Right. Veronica pulled on a red T-shirt and then tight jeans. “Only you will have a black eye again.”

Sam smiled.

- Right. - He put on a jacket. Last season he fished out Veronica in Pittsburgh. They played against the Penguins that day. He scored a goal, spent four minutes in the penalty box for a double foul and received his first eye lantern of the season. Maybe this year this girl will bring him good luck? Sam took the wallet and slipped it into his back pocket.

“Last season, your beautiful face looked terrible,” Veronica remarked, putting on elegant high-heeled pumps.

Well, it wasn't all that bad. Just a few stitches and a few bruises. It's been worse in the NHL in sixteen years.

You should become a model.

– No, thank you. “A few years ago, Sam was shooting for Diesel underwear ads and almost died of boredom. For days on end he did nothing but sit in one place in white shorts, and photographers, light installers and other personnel fussed around him. The result of all this fuss was billboards and photographs in fashion magazines, in which his dignity hidden by signature underwear seemed truly enormous. Teammates would not stop playing pranks on him, and his mother was afraid to show herself in church for a whole month. Since then, Sam has decided to leave the modeling business to those who love this kind of attention to their own person. Guys like Beckham, for example.

He and Veronica left the bedroom. The setting sun cast bizarre shadows on the floor, and the leather furniture was buried in shadow.

Sam held the door for Veronica and then locked it with a key. He moved down the hallway, his mind flickering to the upcoming game against the San Jose team in less than a week. The Sharks were knocked out of the playoffs in the first round last season, but that didn't guarantee a victory for the Chinooks after the first meeting of the new season. Not guaranteed at all. The Sharks got pissed off, and some of Sam's buddies had a big break between seasons. He himself was not averse to relaxing, but at the same time he did not gain excess weight, and he did not plant a liver either. Johan and Logan had ten extra pounds on their bellies, and Vlad drank like a sailor on vacation. Walker Brooks became the captain, and this surprised no one. After all, in the past few years, he often served as captain.

“I love weddings so much,” Veronica sighed dreamily on her way to the elevator.

Everyone was waiting for the letter "A" to appear on the form of Alexander Devereaux, but there has been no official confirmation yet. Management hinted that they would not mind making Sam an "alternative captain", but he did not take the bait. He did not consider himself an overly responsible guy, and this state of affairs suited him quite well.

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