Cassandra Carr - Hooking Hannah

Hooking Hannah

by

Cassandra Carr and Cynthia Carr

Copyright 2015 by Cassandra Carr and Cynthia (Carr) Racette; previously released by another publisher

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Hooking Hannah

Chapter One

I ce blinded Scott Richards , a fine, snowy film covering his visor as he waited for his turn in warm-ups. As he wiped it with the back of his sleeve, he glowered at the man whod started the shower of ice.

Ill get you for that, Mickey. Mark Mickey McDonald didnt seem fazed in the least.

Itd be the first time this season youve hit anybody. Bring it on.

The players near them laughed, but Scott grinned. Who needs to bang bodies when I can put the biscuit in the basket instead?

Mickey made a derisive noise. Yeah, yeah.

Scott loved the All-Star Game. Every player there was the best in the sport, and it was the one time, barring perhaps the Olympics, where the guys really mixed and played for a common cause. Sure, the game couldnt exactly be called riveting hockey, but it was fun for both players and fans. He was happy to be a part of anything that increased the popularity of the sport.

The game started a little while later, and Scott, a centerman, lined up for his first shift against a guy hed played with in juniors. Hey, man.

Who let you in the building? the guy sneered, but followed it up with a toothy grin which displayed his mouthguard more than his actual teeth. It was neon yellow and Scott had to blink just to regain the focus in his eyes.

Top five in faceoffs, seventy points already, baby.

Still gonna kick your ass.

Love to see you try. The linesman dropped the puck and a scrum ensued to gain possession. Scott came out with it, skated a stride and then stepped neatly around his opponent, and passed off to his winger. He heard the guy swear behind him and laughed. Man, he freaking loved playing hockey.

Scott streaked through the slot. The defenseman at the blue line whod been passed the puck by the winger mustve seen him raise his stick, because he sent a smooth saucer pass that Scott one-timed, catching the goaltender off guard and recording his first goal of the game on his first shift. He and his teammates did a brief celebration and then changed lines.

By the final buzzer, Scotts line as a whole had eight points, three of them Scotts with a goal and two assists. It didnt really matter in an All-Star Game, but every guy in both locker rooms was a competitive SOB. Guys whod make it this far in the NHL didnt just dislike losing, they hated it. Absolutely loathed the entire concept. Fortunately, on this night, his team came out the winner and the atmosphere in the locker room was jovial and jubilant.

He quickly stripped off and showered, then got back into his favorite dark blue wool suit. A lot of the guys hated wearing suits to games, but Scott didnt mind. Sure, he was no accountant or lawyer or anything, but he was a professional in his own right and in his opinion shouldnt be any more willing to come to work in shorts and flip-flops than any of them.

The media had been allowed into the room by the time he finished dressing in the players private area, along with the families and various other VIP types. The beat reporter from New York Newsday pushed his way through the throngs.

Great game, Scott! Can you tell us about your linemates tonight? He thrust his microphone in Scotts face, but Scott was so used to it he didnt even flinch.

Its a bunch of talented guys here, thats for sure, he began, knowing they wouldnt expect more from him than a couple of platitudes. After all, these guys would be his opponents when he went back over the bridge to New York. He was glad hed hired a car to take him to and from the arena in Newark. It was a rough area and no way would he trust his BMW around here.

Do you like the new format of the All-Star Game?

Eastern Conference versus Western Conference makes perfect sense to me. I never quite got North America versus the world. But Im sure the league always has their reasons for why they do things. I just come here to have fun and play hockey.

Scott was rolling his eyes to himself at the ridiculous words, but on the outside, he flashed a smile and turned to another reporter. Several others asked him questions, mostly along the same vein, and though he answered each patiently, Scott started to get a little antsy. Didnt they listen to the answers he gave the other guys?

Then he spotted her. A wave of heat hit him like a freight train and he ran a hand over his face. God, shes gorgeous. Clad in a pair of skinny jeans with boots and a jersey wait a jersey? Scott looked again. Yes, a Sutton jersey. One of his teammates for the All-Star Game, but normally an archrival considering he played in New Jersey and Scott played in New York. What was this girl to him? A wife? That would be a total bummer.

He looked again. No, there was another woman standing closer to him, also wearing a jersey. Her body language made it apparent she was with Sutton.

Getting his stallmates attention, Scott jerked his head toward the small group. Any idea who the woman is? The one in the skinny jeans?

The other man, who played with Sutton in New Jersey, craned his neck to see over the throngs of media and family. Yeah, thats Suttons sister-in-law. The other chick is his wife. Theyre fraternal twins or some shit.

Scott laughed. Hockey players were nothing if not eloquent in their speech. Have you ever met her? The sister-in-law, not the wife.

Yeah, shes come around after games a couple of times.

Can you introduce me?

Why dont you just go over there yourself?

Itd be way too obvious.

What, and me bringing you to them wouldnt be? Scott huffed out a breath. All right, all right, keep your panties on. I just need to do my tie. Beat guys wouldnt even let me finish tying it before they started with the questions.

He waited, shifting from foot to foot. Scott knew he looked pretty good in his dress-up duds. Hopefully this sister-in-law would agree.

Glancing up again, he watched her throw her head back and laugh, exposing the slim column of her neck. An image of him scoring over those tendons with his teeth flashed into his mind and his dick began to harden.

Not a good time for that.

Surreptitiously he pushed on the front of his slacks, willing his erection down. Shed probably run away screaming if he lumbered over there with a huge hard-on. Scott wasnt a small guy anywhere, and when erect, his cock stretched over seven inches and was as thick as many womens wrists. He didnt brag about his bedroom encounters, especially since in actuality they were few and far between, but he had never left a woman unsatisfied. At that moment he was profoundly grateful for long suit coats.