Chapter 22 - Tatum Reid

Tatum POV

As we get to our seats, I can see that Grace is agitated. She keeps biting her nails and Mara is super excited. “I never knew there was so much testosterone in a place like this. I am loving it,” she says and I shake my head as I watch Thatcher stretch in the ice. I remember the first time I watched him do this. It drove me insane how the other girls looked at him.

The way their hips move as their legs spread almost looks sexual if your mind turns that way. Grace stands near the glass and watches as her father laughs while he stretches. When he is done, he skates around for a little while and then he stops in front of her and he smiles.

“Hey baby girl,” he shouts, and she smiles as he passes one puck through the top for her. I grab it and give it to her as other fans gather around us, banging on the glass to get Thatcher’s attention. He smiles and waves around while Grace holds onto the puck.

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