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One month later:
“You have reached your destination of Detroit, Michigan.” The voice boomed from the loudspeaker, shaking me from my dreams. I attempted to rub the sleep away from my eyes as I stood up and began exiting the plane.
Once I stepped off, I took in the area around me. Sunny, mildly warm, cramped buildings and busy streets, billboards filling my every sight. Midway through my inspection, I was taken by the hand and led to the bus that was awaiting the `Hawks and I.
About a half hour later, the bus had pulled up to a hotel. I was once again taken by the hand and led inside. Jon and I quickly found our room, which, of course, was shared with my brother. As we opened the door, we saw that our luggage was already placed inside our room. How convenient.
“How many games?” Patrick asked Jon, as we began giving ourselves mini-tours of the room that we would become very familiar within the next couple of days.
“Hm, probably six.”
“Six? Really, come on. I think we got it in five.” Patrick replied smugly.
I rolled my eyes at their predictions as I plopped down on the couch and turned on the 36” plasma stationed in front of me.
A few hours later:
“Cole, come on…” my brother complained from outside the bathroom door, “if you want to come with us, you need to learn how to actually be ready on time.”
I added the finishing touches to my makeup as I did a 360 in the mirror. My favorite dark skinny jeans complimented with a low-cut black blouse and a pair of red pumps. Yup, I looked amazing. “I’m ready; I’m ready, calm yourself.” I opened the bathroom door and saw the look of relief flash over Patrick’s face as I followed him into the living room where Jon was waiting for us. I practically saw his jaw hit the floor when he took a look at what I was wearing. He swiftly wrapped his arm around me as we headed downstairs to where the Limo was stationed.
A few minutes later, we pulled up to some club downtown. I eagerly hopped out behind Patrick and Brent Seabrook, practically feeling the taste of beer on my lips. Us five, being Patrick, Brent, Kris, Jon and I made a grand entrance and coolly made our way to the bar. Jon bought two beers and slyly placed a cool glass in my hand. I confidently turned around and noticed about half of the party-goers whose eyes were burning holes into my skin. Ah, the jealousy. I loved it. I mean it’s not every day that you’re seen in public as the only girl with four absolutely gorgeous hockey playing guys.
Jon and I soon found ourselves on the dance floor, grinding to whatever the DJ was mixing. I took a look around myself for the first time and my eyes caught sight of a pair of deep brown ones. I blushed furiously as I attempted to take my eyes away, but it was easier said than done. I studied the guy’s face; perfect jaw structure accompanied with slicked back jet-black hair and the start of something that looked like a… playoff beard? He shot me a wink before heading to the bar to get himself a drink.
Damn it, what am I thinking…? I’m here with Jon.
Before I could even think about what I was doing… I blurted out, “I need a refill, I’m gonna go up to the bar real quick. Do you need anything?”
“Oh, yeah sure. Sounds good,” he replied simply as he placed his glass in my hands.
I confidently strutted over to the bar, and took a seat next to this guy. I had to know more about him.
I casually shot a glance in his direction, and noticed that his eyes were roaming my body.
“Like what you see?” I asked with a slight laugh.
“Yeah, you could say that,” he replied smugly with a slight Swedish accent.
This guy looked familiar to me; I could have sworn that I had seen him before. “Do I know you from somewhere?” I asked.
“Nope, I don’t think so,” he replied as the bartender slid him his glass of alcohol.
“Are you sure? You look awfully familiar to me,” I said as I watched as the bartender began filling my two empty glasses.
He took a quick sip from his glass and gently set it down on the bar. “You’ve probably seen me out on the ice.” He paused for a moment while he took another sip from his glass. “I’m Jonathan Ericsson.”
“Oh, the rookie defenseman from the Wings… that’s right.”
I couldn’t help but notice how adorable he looked with a slight tint of pink to his cheeks, “so… you gotta name?”
“Cole Kane,” I replied simply.
“Are you…?” he began to ask.
I cut him off, “related to Patrick Kane? Yup, his sister.”
He began to chuckle.
“What?” I asked with a laugh.
“I was actually going to ask if you were single…”
I sat there for a minute, my mind wandering back to Jon. I couldn’t do this to him. I shot a glance to the dance floor and saw about seven girls surrounding him. He wasn’t inviting them, yet he wasn’t exactly pushing them away. “Umm it’s a complicated story actually…” I began. One night of fun wasn’t going to kill me, besides its not like I was ever going to see this guy again and it’s not like Jon even cared that I wasn’t back on the dance floor anyway.
“Well, tell me about it babe, I’ve got all night.” He replied smoothly.
