Semua Bab Falling For My Stepbrother On Ice: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Samantha's POVAfter ending the call with August. I sat in the living room and stared at my phone for a good five minutes before I finally picked it up and dialed Marisol's number. It rang up to six times before she answered."Hello?"The mere sound of her voice made me squeeze my eyes shut in guilt. Her voice was detached. The warmth that was usually there when she spoke to me was completely gone, and I knew exactly why."Marisol, it's me." I replied quietly. "I know.""Yeah, yeah." I nodded. "I'm calling to apologize for earlier. I should not have spoken to you like that, after you told me about Dona and August. I shouldn't have told you to leave.""I was just the messenger, Samantha," she replied finally. "I didn't do anything wrong. I was just trying to help you.""I know," I murmured. "I know you were. And I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking clearly. I just... I heard what you said and I lost it. But that's not an excuse. You didn't deserve that."There was a pause. Then Marisol let ou

Dona's POV I got to the bus stop and immediately pulled out my phone to call my mother. The line rang a few times, then it went to voicemail. I tried again, pressing the call button repeatedly like that would somehow make her answer. It rang and rang, and then her voicemail message played again in that cheerful tone she'd recorded years ago. "Hi, you've reached Samantha McNair. I can't come to the phone right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can." I hung up without leaving anything. My mind immediately went to the worst places. What if she was so angry at me that she didn't even want to hear my voice anymore? What if I'd actually pushed her away for good this time? The things I'd said to her during that call, I wasn't sure I could take any of it back. I thought about skipping school. Just getting on a different bus, going straight to the house and seeing what was going on with her. But I had Fluid Mechanics at nine, and Dr. Okonkwo didn't accept lat

Samantha's POV "You're going to kill it, Sammy. I'm telling you, you're going to walk in there and they're going to love you!" I groaned in exasperation and stared at the entrance of St. Mary's Private Hospital through the windshield. "I haven't practiced as a gynecologist in years, Marisol. You know that, right? "I know, I know." Marisol insisted. "But you're already a great nurse. All you need is a few weeks of training and you'll be back in the game! Besides, Mei wouldn't have called you in if she didn't think you could do this." I wanted to believe her, I really did. "And don't worry about the rent," Marisol continued. "I'm wiring you the thirty-five hundred today, so it'll be in your account by tonight." "Oh, already?" I gasped. "Thank you so much, Mari. If this job works out, I'll pay you back and give you a little treat on top of it." "Oh, mija, you don't need to pressure yourself like that," Marisol replied. "You pay me back whenever you want. I'm not worried about it."

August's POV I felt as though I was losing my mind. It was Wednesday and I was in a boardroom, waiting for the conduct committee members to show up. My tie was too tight and the shirt's collar was stiff against my neck, and I kept pulling at it every few seconds. My phone was propped up on the table in front of me, Kade's face filling the screen on FaceTime. He was grinning at me and completely unbothered, while I felt like I was about to crawl out of my skin. "So a priest, a rabbi, and a hockey player walk into a bar," Kade started. I stared at him in exasperation. "Are you serious right now?" "Just listen! The bartender looks at them and says, 'What is this, some kind of joke?'" "Clearly, yours isn't." I muttered. My brain was too busy running through every possible way this meeting could go wrong. "Okay, tough crowd," Kade sighed. "How about this one. Why did the hockey player bring string to the game?" "Kade..." "So he could tie the score!" Kade grinned widely as if he h

August's POV The moment the puck dropped, I swept it backward to Mason. He caught it quickly and passed it to Diego, who took off down the right wing. But then the UF defense closed in fast with their sticks slashing at the ice. "Reynolds, open!" Tyler yelled from the left. Diego sent the puck across the ice. I trapped it with my stick and pushed forward, weaving between two defenders. Their goalie crouched and waited for me to shoot. I wound up for the shot. "AND REYNOLDS TAKES THE SHOT!" the commentator's voice blared through the speakers. "OH, DENIED BY THE GOALIE! What a save from UF's number thirty-three, folks!" The puck ricocheted off the goalie's pad and bounced back toward center ice. A UF forward scooped it up and charged down the rink toward Nate. "Heads up, Nate!" Mason shouted, skating backward to cover. The forward fired towards Nate, and Nate dropped to his knees and blocked it with his chest pad. The puck slid to the side and Tyler grabbed it, turning and racing