Round 2 Game 3

I wiggled out of Marc's arms taking a deep breath wishing in some ways that I would have fallen asleep and just slept through my alarm so I wasn't heading to a hotel to meet Eric.

As I pulled away Marc's eyes opened. Noticing it was still dark he asked what time it was.

“5:45. Go back to sleep.” I said slipping my jeans on.

“Where are you going?”

“I need some air. Don’t worry I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll come with you.”

"NO! Go back to sleep." I replied.

"You sure?" He asked groggily.

"I'm sure."

Marc didn't argue which I attributed to him getting less than 2 hours asleep so far that night.

I put on my jean's and a New York Ranger's t-shirt. I whipped my hair into a sided ponytail and headed out the door. I drove toward the airport hoping to arrive before Eric, but rush hour traffic had other plans. I was blessed with yet more time to think about what was about to happen, my conversation with Hank and the stupid feelings I was having for Marc.

I pulled into the airport and up to the hotel around 7:15. As I walked into the lobby, I caught sight of Eric leaning against the counter checking in. I just stood and watched him. It only took a second for thoughts of Hank to leave my head. While thoughts of Marc lingered slightly longer, watching Eric made them fade fast. Soon I could feel my body getting ready for him. I saw him grab the key cards in his hand, and I could hear him say my name, making sure I'd be able to find him. As he turned he caught me staring at him which made his crooked smile grow, and even from the other side of the room I could feel his thoughts.

He made his way to me through the small crowd of people. Our bodies and lips connected in a fashion that resembled a collision on the boards in the arena. He kissed me furiously, but it was no trouble matching his intensity. I was thankful he didn't head straight for my neck, this made our intentions slightly less obvious to the travelers that filled the lobby. I felt his hand slip slightly under the back of my t-shirt as he guided me to the elevators. We stepped inside, and I could see the disappoint on Eric's face as an elderly couple also entered. Patience was not one of Eric's virtues. As the doors opened he guided me out of the elevator using the hand that was still tucked under my shirt. The feeling of him on my skin gave me goosebumps, and I could feel my own anticipation as we made it to the door. Instead of opening it Eric pushed me hard up against it kissing from my lips to my jaw and down my neck. He reached my spot, and I let out a small moan signaling him I was ready for the rest of this adventure. His next move shocked even me as he pulled my t-shirt over my head right there in the hallway. In my mind I was begging him to just open the door, but the rate at which I was breathing wouldn't allow me to speak. Only after his hand roamed my body did he slide the card into the door allowing us to enter.

We laid side by side naked and dripping sweat when we finished. I could feel sleep taking over my body as my eyes closed.

I felt Eric turn so he was facing me, but I didn't open my eyes.

"You're beautiful," he said. I felt a blush come to my cheeks, but I just gave him a small smile. "I have to leave soon," he whispered breathily into my ear.

"Mmhm." I said with my eyes still closed currently hungering only for sleep.

His fingers found my shoulder and trailed down my arm followed by a line of goosebumps. I wondered what he was thinking, but his next words surprised me. "Tell me about the goalie," he said leaning over to kiss my neck again.

My eyes sprung open; why was he asking me about Hank? "Nothing to say." I replied. Eric was the last person I wanted to talk to about him.

He was nipping at my skin now and my body was starting to tingle again. "I think you're hiding something from me Caitlin. Marc told me you took him with you to Costa Rica."

Now he rolled on top of me bringing his face down to my neck and letting his hands roam. My eyes closed, and I let out a small moan. "Do we have to talk about this now?" I asked softly barely able to choke out the words.

"Oh do you want me to stop?" he asked, moving his hand away from the intimate places they were currently caressing.

"NO!" Please don't stop, I thought.

"Then tell me about Hank," he demanded biting down on my skin releasing sensations of pleasure and pain.

So this was the game he was playing. He wanted to hear about me and Hank. He was actually getting turned on.

"He's in Sweden." I replied trying to give him something.

"Tell me more; tell me about Costa Rica." His hands moved faster and harder.

My back arched at the feelings he was stirring inside me, and my mind clouded as I gave him details. My mouth said words and phrases that I never expected to say revealing intimate details of my time with Hank that I never expected to say out loud. I soon discovered that every word was worth uttering as Eric gave me the most incredible experience I'd ever had.

I collapsed onto the pillow, my eyes closed once again in exhaustion. Eric's lips came down on my forehead.

"I'm going to get a shower. Do you want to join me?" he asked.

"Umm, I'm good right here," I said not even attempting to look at him.

"You are good. I'll give you that." I could imagine the smirk on his face as mine blushed, but I didn't give him the satisfaction of opening my eyes. "When am I going to see you again Caitlin."

"I'm thinking of maybe coming to Boston for game 5."

"Come to Boston for game 5," he replied and walked into the bathroom.

Sleep overwhelmed me, but I think I felt Eric kiss my forehead as he left.

Around 2 in the afternoon, I woke up and for the first time in my life I wished I had a best friend that was a girl so I could tell her about my morning. Wow! I sat up in bed, yawning and stretching, wondering what I should tell the boys I'd been doing all day. Something caught the corner of my eye, and I looked over to the pillow that Eric's head once laid on.

There was a little white box tied in a red ribbon. There was no note, so I untied the ribbon and slipped off the box lid. There was a beautiful silver bracelet inside that held two charms. One was a small horseshoe, a symbol of good luck. The other was a small silver disk with tiny little writing. It read "you're my good luck charm." Tears came to my eyes and for the briefest of moments I became that sentimental girl I fought so hard not to be.

Looking at the time and figuring Eric was probably back in Raleigh, I pulled out my phone. I also knew he was probably with Tanya so a conversations wasn't in the cards. I sent him a simple text that read: Thank You.

A couple minutes later he texted me back: No, Thank You!
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On my way home I realized that being with Eric was like a drug for me. He was a strong enough force that he made me numb when I left him, which was exactly the drug I needed. I'd crawl out of his bed and be completely incapable of feeling anything toward any man. As much as I tried to convince myself otherwise, I loved my times with Eric. I was kidding myself even thinking there was a chance I capable of breaking it off with him. This brought me to the realization that being the type of person who would continue this with Eric, made me the last person that could ever be with Marc Staal. Marc would never forgive me if he found out, I'm not sure he would even forgive me if we were just friends. I looked down to my bracelet and tried to hold on to the numbness that Eric offered me, and it worked.

I walked into the apartment and was attacked by three very tall boys. "Where were you, we were worried, why didn't you leave a note," were some of the phrases I heard shouted in my direction.

"I needed some girl time. Would you three like the details of my bikini wax?" I asked crudely.

"Eww" they said in unison and dropped it.

My eyes caught Jared's as I was stepping into my bedroom. He knew where I was and he hated it. I just closed the door behind me and got ready for the game.
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Round 2, Game 3

Marc, Jared and I sat on the edge of our seats as Jordan and the Penguins took game 3 into overtime. The score was tied 2-2 during OT intermission and I listened as Jared and Marc shared glowing reviews of the way Jordan was playing. I smiled wishing Jordan could hear what they were saying. With 11:23 left in overtime Kris Letang scored the winning goal for the Pens, and we sprang from our seats along with 17,000 other fans.

My eyes fell to the out of town scoreboard, and I pointed out the score of the Carolina game to Marc and Jared. Carolina beat Boston 3-2, also in over time. Yet another way to celebrate!

In the locker room we joined the celebration. I got my sweaty hug and kiss from Jordan, and his smile was priceless. I couldn't help but feel it was a little brighter having Marc and Jared here to share it with him. I smiled seeing how happy Marc was for Jordan despite the previous loss of his NY Rangers. I wondered if the situation were reversed, if Jordan would be as happy.

I was pulled away from Jordan, as Geno's arms slid around me and pulled me backward. "Where my kiss?" Geno said looking down at me. Geno was particularly excited tonight after scoring and breaking his slump.

"I was saving it for you Geno." I leaned up and gave him a quick kiss right on the mouth.

Geno's face pinked up, and as I turned away I noticed a set of eyes on me, Marc's. Before I could get to him, I was grabbed away by yet another set of hands. Kris Letang pushed me into his locker. "Where's mine?" Kris asked. "I scored the game winner."

"That was never our deal," I said in a sexy voice.

He leaned in pressing me softly against the back of the locker and our lips connected. I let him kiss me and was about to offer him my tongue, when I felt Kris's body ripped off of mine. "Get off of her Letang," I heard Marc's voice say. He took my hand in his. "We'll meet you outside," he said to Jordan and pulled me out the door.

I was mad and getting madder by the second as he dragged me down the hallway toward the exit of Mellon Arena. "What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled at him.

"I just don't want you getting carried away."

"That's not your decision Marc. You can't drag me out of there like that. How many times do I have to tell you I'm not a child!"

"Maybe until you stop acting like one!" he yelled back at me.

"Oh lover's quarrel." I heard the Russian accent and cringed. Marc's reaction was similar.

"Shut the fuck up Ovechkin," Marc spat.

"So you're not denying you are lovers. I wondered how long it would take you to tap that." His eyes looked me up and down.

"I'm warning you," Marc said, and I could feel how angry he really was.

"When you're done with her, send her my way. I'd love to get some of that."

Marc's fist came back hit him square in the jaw. Alex fell to the floor. Knowing how close we were to the visitor's locker room and trying to avoid a brawl, I grabbed Marc's hand and pulled him down the rest of the hallway and outside of the arena.

Marc stepped away from me, and shook his hand. His knuckles were red, and while I didn't think it was serious, I could tell they stung. I didn't know what to do. I could hug him, thank him for sticking up for me, apologize for being so difficult, nothing seemed appropriate. I followed my instincts and walked out in front of him. I stepped up close to him and when he didn't back away leaned up and put my lips softly on his. I pulled away keeping my face close, but my lips found their way back almost magnetically. His arms wrapped around me as our lips moved ever so slightly. There was no escaping the butterflies this time. This kiss was sweet and sensual, almost innocent, not hot like our other kisses yet not like the kisses a brother gives his sister. I blushed as it ended. Marc just smiled when he looked at me, and I looked up at him smiling back, hoping he understood how much I liked it.

Round 2 Game 2

Round 2 Game 2

I rested my head on Marc's shoulder as the plane to Pittsburgh took off.

"Tired?" he asked.

"Umhm, ya, I had some guy in my bed last night."

"I'll bet he was smokin hot too!" Marc added, and we both giggled.

"What's the plan for Pittsburgh?"

"You are going to apologize to Jordan."

"Caity!"

"What?"

"I know, I'm going to apologize to Jordan."

"That's better." I said snuggling in closer. His arm went around my shoulder.

"So that's it then, you're just going to fall asleep now?"

"Umhm. Unless...you wanna talk about Miss Sunshine."

"Miss Sunshine?" He asked and then realized I was talking about his mystery girl. "Go to sleep."

I leaned up and pulled away. "Why won't you tell me who she is? I want details Marc." I said firmly.

"There's nothing to say. I've given up on it."

"What? Why?"

"Now there's another guy. I think he can make her happy. He's good for her."

"Are you crazy? You freakin love her, and you're not going to tell

her."

"Ok so tell me what you would say right now if Hank told you he loves you."

"He's not going to tell me he loves me."

Frustration built in his eyes. "But you don't know that, maybe he does love you. Just answer the question."

"I guess I'd freak and get as far away from his as possible."

"Right, and I'm guessing that's how she would react to me."

"Ok then just sleep with her,” I said only half kidding.

"Caity! Is that all you ever think of?"

"What? I’m not just me being crude. I just figure if you're half as good at that as you are at kissing, she won't let you go." His face turned red instantly. "Think about it Marc."

"Go to sleep Caity," he said putting his arm around me.

"If you insist." I replied, and fell asleep a few minutes later.

I woke up as the plane started it's decent into Pittsburgh. I was now laying across the seat with my head in Marc's lap. I had a blanket on me, and Marc was playing with my hair. I smiled and gazed up at him. He didn't notice, as he was busy looking up at the skyline of Pittsburgh from the plane window. I closed my eyes and wondered why anyone would pass up Marc Staal. How could this girl not notice how amazing he is? How could she not jump at the chance to be loved by him? As much as I hoped Marc, (and the other single Staals) would always be single, I also knew how Marc was capable of loving, and he deserved to be loved back. I heard the announcement to prepare for landing, but I decided not to move. I just laid there with my eyes closed.

Marc brushed my hair from my face and traced my jawline. "Hey beautiful, time to get up."

My eyes opened, and I smiled at him. I loved it when he called me beautiful. I've been called beautiful countless time, by countless men, but something about him saying it gave me butterflies. I sat up and buckled my seat belt like a good little passenger. "Thanks for letting me sleep." I said.

He smiled at me and covered my hand with his.

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In the cab ride back to my apartment I checked the game scores. The Pen's lost to the nasty Capitals 3-4, but the Hurricanes won 3-0. My happiness and disappointment canceled each other out, as I shared the news with Marc.

"I love how wrapped up you get in our games," he said.

"How can I not get wrapped up in your games. God I was there when you guys were kids and just horsed around playing hockey in the back yard. Who knew you would all grow up to be so amazing? I wish I could be at every one of your games; Jordan's and Eric's too. I don't know what I'll do when Jared gets to the NHL." Marc laughed. "Why are you laughing at me?"

"I'm not laughing at you. I'm amazed by you." The look on his face was so sincere.

I checked my phone; I had two voice mails.

One was from Jordan, his voice defeated. "Hey Caitlin, by now you've probably seen the score. We're coming home tonight. We should be home around 1. I can't wait to see you. Oh and Jared's still with me."

Eric called. I wasn't surprised that he called, but I was by the message. "We won Caitlin, and I didn't even have my good luck charm with me. Listen, I talked to Jared. He said you're going to Pittsburgh. I've got a day off tomorrow, so I thought I'd take a

detour on my way home from Boston. I'll be there in the morning."

Typical of Eric to assume I'd be available to him. What am I going to do about that, especially with Marc here. I decided not to think about it.

Marc and I drank beer and watched movies while we waited for Jordan and Jared to get in. I heard the key go into the knob of the door and I jumped out of Marc's arms and ran to great the boys. "JORDAN!" I yelled.

He wrapped me into a huge hug holding me for a couple moments before

he whispered, "I'm sorry Caitlin." I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Here's your surprise." I said pulling him toward the living room.

Marc stood up and Jordan's eyes got big. "You're not going to hit me again, are you?"

"I'm sorry Jordan. I jumped to conclusions." Marc gave Jordan a man hug.

"I owe you one," Jordan replied, "but you're forgiven for now. I need some Ovechkin tips."

Marc and Jordan sat down and talked hockey while I pulled Jared into my room.

"I have a problem Jared. It’s Eric."

"Oh dear God, what now?"

"He's coming here tomorrow morning. Did he tell you know he was coming?" I asked him.

"No, but he's been asking about you. Where you were, and where he can track you down."

"Jared, You know why he's coming. What am I going to do? Jordan would flip, and Marc is here."

"I don't know, do you really think he'd risk it now that Jordan knows?"

"That's a good point."

"Caitlin at some point you just have to say no to him."

I nodded in agreement, but couldn't figure out how I was going to do that.

Jordan was starving so we ordered Pizza and hung out. I just sat back watching Jordan, Marc and Jared interact. I loved how they could tease each other one moment, yet show an amazing amount of support the next. It reminded me of when I'd watch them from the bushes as a shy seven year old. In some ways they were every bit as intriguing to me now as they were fourteen years ago.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I wondered who was calling me at 2:30 AM, but when I saw the name a smile spread on my face. I quietly walked to the balcony door and slid out. As I turned to shut the glass door behind me my eyes caught Marc's. I wasn't sure what I was seeing in them but whatever it was, it made him turn away quickly.

"Hi Stranger," Hank said in that beautiful accent.

"Hello," I replied more seductively than I intended.

"Since you haven't returned my other calls or texts I figured maybe a middle of the night call would get your attention."

"You really don't have any problem getting my attention." I teased.

"Caitlin, why are you avoiding me?"

"Hank, I'm sorry. But we're talking now, right? How's Sweden?"

"Good, but I really should have made you come with me."

"I've been to Sweden."

"Yes, but not with me."

"Mmm good point. Are you coming back to the states anytime soon?"

"Do you want me to?"

Careful how you answer, I told myself. "When you're ready." I said softly.

"I can't leave yet, but when I come back, I want to come back to you."

"Hank, I...I don't know, we've spent one weekend together. I'm just not sure, I'm ready for something more serious."

"Caitlin, I'm good for you. We are good together."

"That we are," I said smiling into the phone.

"I'll let you get some sleep, but I don't want you to forget about me."

"I don't think that's going to happen."

"Make sure you don't. Just a couple more weeks."

I sat there for a moment after our call a little panicked. What was I doing with Hank? Could I really be with just him? My mind wondered over all the men I'd been with, the fun I've had. The thought of being with one person just didn't seem like something I could do. It would be like setting myself up for failure, setting Hank and I up for failure. I wondered what it would do to my relationship with Eric. Hank knew about Eric but didn't mention it when we were together in Costa Rica. As my mind continued doubting everything between Hank and I, the sliding glass door opened.

Marc smiled at me. "Why are you out here by yourself? I thought you were on the phone."

"I was. I just wanted to think for a bit."

"Should I go?" he asked sincerely.

"No!" I said grabbing his hand and pulling him down to sit next to me on the balcony.

"Pittsburgh is really pretty. I always wondered how you chose to live here with Jordan instead of staying in Thunder Bay or you could have come to New York."

"Jordan asked me." I answered honestly.

"You two always were two peas in a pod. I hope he looks after you."

This comment got under my skin a little, and I stood up and leaned off the balcony overlooking the city. "I don't need anyone looking after me Marc. Why can't you understand that?" My tone was soft, but he knew his words bothered me.

It took only a moment for his arms to come around me from behind.

"Sorry, Caity. I'm just protective of you." He turned me around so I was facing him. "You know that right?"

"I guess, I just hate you thinking of me like I'm a little kid. You always look at me like that."

"Is that really what you see when I look at you?" His lips came down on my forehead.

"Don't you Marc? Don't you see the little girl you used to tease and chase around?"

Marc tilted my chin up and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, which I liked more than I should have. "That's not what I see," he said continuing to look into my eyes. I was feeling butterflies from his soft kiss, and I was afraid if I looked up at him he would see it written all over my face so I just looked down. "Don't you know how beautiful you are? Don't you see how every guy looks at you?"

"And that's not brotherly?"

"Caitlin!" he said, his hands going to his hair and tugging. "I can't have this conversation with you. I just can't."

"I don't mean to frustrate you." I could see how frustrated he actually was, and I could only assume this went back to the stupid girl thing from when we were kids. Why could I just not get him, and the even bigger question, why did he give me butterflies when he kissed me even with a little kiss like that.

"I know Caity. I know," he reached for me and snuggled me in under his chin.

My phone buzzed with a text and Marc's arms fell from around me. I looked at my phone, it was a text from Eric which I didn't feel comfortable reading in front of Marc so I jammed it back into my jeans' pocket.

"Was that the goalie?" he asked.

"Yes." I lied.

"Isn't he who called before when you came outside?” I nodded. “I think he's got it bad for you Caity."

"I'm not sure Hank and I are going to work out."

"Why?" he asked softly.

"I think he wants more from me than I am ready for." Marc gave me a look pleading for more details but I couldn't bring myself to talk to him about those details, especially when my mind couldn't help but go back to how much I keep wanting him to kiss me. Ah, this is Marc Staal I reminded myself. "You know what? It's late, I'm going to go to bed. Are Jordan and Jared asleep?"

"Ya Jared's on the couch and Jordan's in his room. Mind if I bunk with you?"

"Of course not." I said turning away from him and heading inside. Did I mind? No maybe I really wanted him to bunk with me.

I walked in grabbed shorts and tank and headed toward the bathroom. I got changed and checked my text from Eric.

My plane arrives at 7AM. I booked a room at the Hyatt. I'll see you there.

God he was presumptuous, but he did seem to have his bases covered. He wasn’t even planning to let his brother’s know I was there. Something about him coming to Pittsburgh to see just me gave me deep sense of longing for him.

I closed my phone and headed to my room. Marc was already in bed. I walked around to the other side and crawled in. As I expected Marc's arm swung around me and pulled me in. I took that spot under his chin and tried to fall asleep. Soon his breathing slowed, and I knew he was asleep.

There was no sleep coming to me that night. My mind was filled with thoughts of Eric, Hank and now Marc. It was becoming obvious to me that I was starting to have feelings for him. I always liked it when he held me but it never felt different then when Jordan or Jared held me. Now it was feeling different. Soon thoughts of Eric and Hank actually left and I thought about the two times Marc and I kissed. There was so much emotion in those kisses, emotions I didn't want to have, especially toward Marc who already had this girl he was in love with. Having feelings for Marc would ruin everything.

"I am stronger than this. I can control this," I told myself over and over again. Soon my phone buzzed, 5:45. I was planning to go to bed to think about whether or not I should meet Eric. The distraction of Marc's arms around me made it impossible, and now it was time to go. This is what I needed, a distraction. I needed a big distraction, and Eric could give me that.

I wiggled out of Marc's arms taking a deep breath wishing in some ways that I would have fallen asleep and just slept through my alarm so I wasn't heading to a hotel to meet Eric.

As I pulled away Marc's eyes opened. Noticing it was still dark he asked what time it was.

“5:45. Go back to sleep.” I said slipping my jeans on.

“Where are you going?”

“I need some air. Don’t worry I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll come with you.”

Round 2 Game 1

I stood out on the balcony, the breeze blowing my hair as I watched the palm trees and the waves. I was already coming up with the words for my review, breathtakingly romantic was my latest thought. What a difference 3 days make. I had never been away with anyone other than my own family and the Staals. Hell, I had never spent more than one night in a row with any guy. I guess this leap of faith worked, I thought as he walked up behind me and kissed my neck.

“Ooo, you smell good.” I said turning around into him freshly showered and dressed.

“I’m so going to miss you,” he said. For some reason those words didn’t scare me. I was happy he felt that way. I actually thought I’d miss him too, but I didn’t say it.

“You’ll be with your family in Sweden. You won’t even think of me.” I said looking up into his beautiful eyes.

“I don’t think I’ll think of anything else,” he said as poetically as he says everything. “You are so beautiful, I should just take you with me.”

“No, I’m not really a meet the parents kind of girl Hank.” I pressed my lips to his, hard showing him what type of girl I am. Our tongues met, and for a moment I thought I might ask him to stay with me. “See,” I said pulling away.

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” He just looked down at me, and I have to admit, I believed him. I believed all the things he said all weekend, telling me I’m beautiful, amazing, intoxicating. I wasn’t sure, but I just might be falling for him.

“Caitlin, you need to go home and talk to them.” I knew who he meant, the Staals. “You can’t keep running away. You love them, and they love you, you’ll find a way to forgive each other, but you have to be there for it to happen.” I just gave him a doubtful look, but his words of encouragement made me feel stronger somehow. “I have to go,” he said with an expression that told me how hard it was for him to leave.

I didn’t want him to go, but I gave him no indication of that. Even if I was falling for him, I didn’t want him to know. Despite the fun, the laughs, the romantic walks on the beach, the amazing sex, I needed to think a lot before I’d get into a relationship even with Hank. We shared one more kiss before he walked out the door.

I laid down on the bed that still smelled like Hank and smiled. I’m 21 years old and this was my first romantic experience. I’ve had plenty of experiences, some good, some bad, some incredible, but never romantic. I have to admit I liked it. I liked being held by someone that was more than a friend; I liked running in the waves and making out like crazy when he caught me; and I liked not sneaking out of bed in the morning. Hank was giving me all these things, things I didn’t expect or even want but I had to admit that I liked them. Is it time for me to really let someone in? Someone that is not a Staal.

I reached over to nightstand and picked up my phone. I had turned it off the minute Hank arrived, but now I guessed it was time to get back to reality. I looked at the screen until my messages popped up 37. Holy crap, I wasn’t gone that long.

7 messages were from Jared. He’s mad that I left and didn’t say good-bye. He thinks Jordan is an ass and said he wouldn’t talk to him as long as we were fighting. He called Jordan a hypocrite, which I agreed with. His messages made me smile, I miss Jared.

5 messages were from Jordan. They started off angry, telling me I was stupid for leaving so abruptly, and leaving the country was just ridiculous. Each one got progressively softer until the 5th one when he admitted he was wrong and told me he loved me. He begged me to call him. He was going to be playing the caps in round 2, and he really wanted me to come home. (Kris and Marc-Andre also called on Jordan’s behalf telling me how out of his mind Jordan was that I wasn’t calling him back.)

2 messages were from Eric. He was letting me know they were playing Boston. I could tell how nervous he was by his voice. He wanted to know what it would take to get his good luck charm back in the country. “I’m gonna need you Caitlin,” he said after each message.

Maybe they do love me I thought.

There was 1 message from Marc. This one upset me: “Caitlin, Hank called me today. He said you invited him to meet you in Costa Rica. He wanted my permission to go. I told him I didn’t give a damn what he did. Just keep me out of whatever it is you have planned with him. I don’t want to know.” God what was his problem. How was I going to fix this thing with him? I couldn’t help feeling I was missing something. Why couldn’t I understand what was going on with him? Why did he seem to hate me so much? I love him; I’d do anything for him, why couldn’t he just get over it and love me back?

There were a few random work calls and a couple other friends including Linda who was calling to check up on me.

There was even a call from my mother. My mother was in Italy with her new boyfriend. She wanted to know if I could go to Thunder Bay and spend a couple days at the house. She didn’t like the idea of the house being empty for so long. I rolled my eyes. Like I wanted to leave this place and go to Thunder Bay. If anything I was trying to decide if I should maybe try to get to some of Jordan or Eric’s games. Then I thought maybe Jared would be back in Thunder Bay. Maybe I could convince him to come along to the games. It would likely keep me out of Eric’s bed. Maybe Thunder Bay wasn’t so bad after all.

I called Linda to tell her I was coming. She told me that Jared wasn't there, but she thought he might be coming home. I guessed that maybe he had enough of Jordan's partying.

I missed game 1 of round 2 for both Eric and Jordan, but I was able to follow the games on my phone a little. I was totally bummed that both the Canes and the Pens lost their first game.
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The Staal House Two Days Later:

"Marc is that a light on next door?"

"I don't know mom."

"Come here and look." Linda called him.

"Can't you ask Dad? He's right there." Marc replied. He was watching TV and didn't want to get up.

"No Marc, Dad's eyes aren't as good as yours, come here!" she said forcefully.

Marc rolled his eyes and walked to the window. "Yep, mom there's a light on. Happy." He walked back and flopped down on the couch.

"Marc, I need you to go next door and check it out. Emily is in Italy, there shouldn't be anyone there."

"Are you serious!"

"Yes I'm serious, what if someone is breaking in, I promised we'd watch their house."

"So you're going to send your son to confront the robbers? Nice Mom."

Now it was Linda's turn to roll her eyes. "Don't be such a baby Marc."

Marc got up and walked toward the door.
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I got to the house, and it was kind of creepy. Mom had covered all the furniture like you see in horror movies. I just laughed and shook my head. I was exhausted from traveling so I went to my room, laid down and went right to sleep. When I woke up it was dark both inside the house and out. I got up and took off my clothes and slipped on a Rangers T-shirt that Marc had given me to sleep in a long time ago. What was I going to do in this big house all by myself I wondered. I walked toward the living room and started looking through the movies. Up on the top shelf of my mother's entertainment center was Titanic. Lame I know, but that's what I felt like, watching some tragedy just seemed appropriate. I got out the step stool but still wasn't quite tall enough. I stood up on my tip toes but as I did, I heard the door open behind me. I turned abruptly and lost my balance. Marc dove for me, it was like dejavu.

"God Caity, what do you do when I'm not around?" His tone was still angry.

"I only seem to have this problem when you're around," I said looking up into his eyes. When he realized how close we were he pushed me off of him and stood up. His less than friendly reception helped me understand that nothing was better. "What are you doing here anyway!" I asked in a much rougher tone.

"My mother sent me to fight off robbers or something."

I giggled to myself knowing full well Linda knew I was there. Linda always knew what she was doing.

"Well there are no robbers Marc."

He ignored my statement and walked about the room taking in all the furniture covered in sheets. "Man, what's wrong with your mother?" he asked with a small smile on his face.

"I guess she likes the haunted house look."

"You gonna be alright here by yourself?" he asked.

"I think I'll manage." I said.

Marc was now standing in the door frame to outside. I wanted him to stay. I wanted to talk it out, but before I could ask him, he turned away. "I'll see you around," he said and closed the door behind him.

I could still feel that Marc was angry, but I could tell he still cared about me, the way he caught me, and he asked if I'd be OK here by myself. What would he have done if I said no, I wondered.

So I finally did get Titanic down from the shelf. I watched most of it, but fell asleep before the final sinking which was actually for the best. I was sound asleep on the creepy couch cover when my vibrating phone woke me up. I pulled it out of my pocket. There was a text from Hank.

I made it home and I was right I can't think of anything but you.

I smiled, but I didn't return his text. I looked at the clock 2:44. I knew there was no use trying to sleep. I went to my room and put on a pair of cutoff jean shorts and my flip flops and decided to go for a walk. The moon was really bright, and one of the few things that always brought me back to Thunder Bay was the way it reflected on the lake. I've been to hundreds of tropical places and historic places, but there was something about the lake and the dock and growing up here that made it even more special to me.

As I walked down the long path to the lake, I couldn't help think of the hundred's of times I'd been thrown in there, or when Eric tried to teach me to swim. I was actually a little excited to be back. I came to the clearing of the woods and looked out on to the lake. It was breathtaking, but it was the figure sitting on the dock that actually caught my attention. I guess it was now or never. I picked up a small rock and threw it into the water. Marc's head turned toward me. "Permission to come on board captain?" I said.

"It's not a ship it's a dock, and you can go wherever you please," he replied.

I took a deep breath, walked down the dock and sat next to him letting my flip flops graze the water. "Can't we just kiss and make up?" I blurted out. Then I really wished I could take the kiss part back. My face reddened and Marc noticed.

"I don't think the kiss thing worked out for us," he said smiling at me a little.

"Marc, I'm so..."

He stopped me by putting his finger over my lips. I felt butterflies at his touch which I couldn't understand.

"Don't tell me you're sorry Caity. You always apologize to me, and it was me this time. I was an ass. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry especially if I hurt you."

I leaned my head on his shoulder and his arm went around me on queue. "So we're good?" I asked looking up at him in the moonlight.

"We're good he replied."

"Good, cuz I've been wanting to tell you you've gotten better, much better."

He gave me an odd look. "What are you talking about?"

I stood up and walked back toward the wooded path, then turned as if to tease him. "You're a much better kisser now than when we were kids." I took off running down the path, and as I anticipated Marc chased me. As I made it to my back door so did Marc. He grabbed me staking claim to the fact that he won yet another race, and we both fell up against the door. Our eyes met, and I could feel his breath on my face. I wanted to lean up and kiss him again, and the fact that he didn't move off me, made me feel like he was somehow testing me. I turned away quickly so I didn't do anything stupid again and opened the door. We both stumbled inside.

"So I'm a better kisser now, huh?" he was laughing.

"Yeah, remember when you used to use me for kissing practice? You were terrible."

His face grew red. "Oh come on. I wasn't that bad."

"Oh yes you were, besides you could have broken my heart. If you were a good kisser you might have made me fall in love with you, and you were just using me."

"Nope."

"What do you mean nope?"

"I wasn't using you. I wanted to kiss you." Marc's face was now red as he moved the sheet covering the kitchen table and chairs and sat down.

"Right." I said getting the hot chocolate out. I put the teapot on to heat water, and hopped on the counter top.

"No it's true. I had the biggest crush on you."

"Sure!" I said doubtfully. "You know Jordan and I used to sneak down to the lake and watch you make out with all those girls. I suppose you were thinking of me the whole time."

"Maybe I was."

"Whatever, Marc. Stop teasing me."

"So how's Hank?" he asked.

"I thought you didn't want to know? Isn't that what you said?" I was giving him an evil look.

He got up and walked toward me standing between my knees against the counter. He wrapped his arms around me and held me for a moment before he turned his face toward mine. "I'm sorry Caity. I always want to know what's going on with you. I was just being and ass."

There we were again in that newly awkward place, a place that used to be so comfortable, but now gave me the odd feeling of butterflies. His face was so close to mine that I could easily lean up and kiss him. If it were Jordan I would, just kiss him softly, but with Marc it was different. I just really wanted to kiss him, maybe just because I couldn't. I wondered why I was having these feelings toward him. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the teapot. Marc and I both jumped and giggled.

I stirred the water into the mugs of chocolate mix, and relief washed over me that I didn't do anything crazy. Saved by the bell I guess. I handed Marc a mug of hot chocolate, and he asked me again. "So you didn't answer me; hows the goalie."

"Good, he's back in Sweden."

"You know that's not what I'm asking," he replied.

"Well, I think he likes me," I said.

"And you like him?"

"I could like him."

"What do you mean Caity; you either like him or you don't." He sounded kind of irritated.

"I don't know. I know he's different than anyone else I've ever been with, and I know that if I decide to like him, it's gotta be just him. I don't think I'd make a good girlfriend Marc."

"Maybe you should try," he said looking down at his hot chocolate.

"Yeah, and maybe I shouldn't."

Marc smiled and shook his head.

"Wanna stay?" I asked looking over at the clock that read 4:08.

"I guess," he replied.

I grabbed his hand and lead him to the bedroom. I slipped off my flip flops and my jean shorts and Marc stripped down to his boxers, and we crawled into bed. I snuggled into Marc, and he held me close.

"What would Hank think if he saw us like this?" Marc asked.

"That we were lovers of course," I said giggling.

"Umhm, right. Go to sleep Caity."

I nuzzled my head under his chin, and fell asleep with him twirling his fingers through my hair.
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I shook Marc. "Come on, wake up already."

"I just want to sleep," he replied groggily.

"It's 1:00 Marc, you've slept. Your mom is going to think the Robbers got you."

His eyes stayed closed, but a smile crept on to his lips. By the time I realized what was happening Marc flipped me over on the bed and started tickling me.

"No, stop!" I yelled. He listened but was sitting on top of me holding my hands over my head. He just looked down into my eyes. "What?" I asked feeling the uncomfortable connection we had.

"You're really beautiful," he said sweetly.

I could feel my face redden as he continued looking down at me. I tried to ignore the comment, because it added to my uneasiness. "So you gonna get off me?" I asked.

"Nope."

"So you're just going to sit on top of me all day?"

"Yes, unless you have another suggestion."

"How about you take me to your house for breakfast? I don't have any food here, and I haven't eaten anything since breakfast yesterday."

"Oh man, I know how cranky you are when you don't eat." He rolled off me and started getting dressed.

"Hey Marc." He turned to face me. "I am sorry about something."

"What?" he asked.

I chose my words carefully, so I wouldn't open up his wounds too much. "I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you after game seven."

He smiled and pulled on his t-shirt. "Thanks Caity," he said reaching out his hand.

I took it, and we walked next door.

Walking back into the Staal house gave me a flood of memories. There was something about this place that made me feel more at home than my own house.

"Well aren't you two a handsome couple." Linda said as we walked through the door. She gave me a warm hug, something my own mother rarely did. "We missed you Caitlin. You need to come home more often."

I wasn't sure if she meant here at her house, or simply Thunder Bay, but her words made me smile.

"So I was wondering if you'd make me some breakfast." I looked at her with the same look I used on the boys, and she smiled back at me.

"Sure, but you know it's lunch time right?" We both giggled.

"What about me mom, can I get in on this breakfast action?" Linda just rolled her eyes. "Fine, I know when I'm not wanted. I'll let you two catch up," he kissed the top of my head and ran upstairs.

I cut veggies while linda cracked eggs for omelets. "So you and Marc are getting along again?"

"Yeah," I said smiling at her.

"You know that's the first time I've seen him smile since he's been home. I think he really missed you."

"I missed him too. It's weird when we fight. I guess we're like brothers and sisters though, I always know we'll make up at some point."

"Oh honey, I don't think Marc looks at you like a little sister any more."

I looked up at her for elaboration, but Marc came bounding in the room.

"I'll make the toast," he said. Linda just smirked at me, and we both giggled. "What?" Marc asked.

"Nothing." Linda said.

When the omelets were done we sat down and had the most amazing breakfast. I missed being here so much. Linda's right, I need to come home more often.

"So Caitlin, what are you plans? Where are you off to next?" Linda asked.

"I'm thinking I'll go to Pittsburgh and meet Jordan. I want to catch his home games."

"Oh Marc, you should go with her." Linda said.

"I don't think so mom."

"Why not?" Linda and I asked at the same time.

"I think I need a break from the NHL for awhile."

"Oh come on, you don't want your Caitlin traveling by herself do you?" she asked.

Marc gave her a dirty look. "Caity has been traveling by herself since she was like 15, I think she can manage."

I looked up at him giving him the 'I'm just a girl' look. "Oh come on Caity. The last thing I need is NHL.com running a story about how Marc Staal couldn't make it to round two so he's forced to watch his brothers play." Marc stood up visibly upset. He put his plates in the sink and walked up the stairs.

I gave Linda a look. "Go!" she stated simply.

I knocked on the door. "Like I can stop you," he snapped. I pushed the door open

"You Ok?" I asked.

"I haven't talked to him Caity," he said turning around to face me.

"What? Who?"

"Jordan. I haven't talked to Jordan since the night at the club." So maybe this was the real issue.

"Why? He's your brother? And why didn't he call you after, well you know?" I was referring to his loss in game 7.

"I didn't call him either. I am just still pissed off at him. I'm not ready to see him."

"But Marc, you were wrong. You owe him an apology."

"Wait, I was wrong about what?"

"Jordan told me what happened, what you accused him of before you decked him." I looked him right in the eyes. "I have never slept with Jordan. Jordan has never even tried. We kissed once when we were like 13 and realized that it was just too weird. That's not the kind of relationship we have."

"But Caitlin, you said..."

I cut him off. "I was drunk Marc. And I'll tell you one thing right now, you better get packed because you are coming with me, and you are going to apologize." His eyes were wide, like he was surprised I was bossing him around.

I leaned up and kissed his lips softly, like I would have done before our the day our kissing got out of hand. He smiled at me. "We'll leave tonight, even if we end up driving." I said and walked out of his room.

I walked downstairs to Linda. "He's coming with me. We're leaving tonight."

"See what I mean?" she said.

"No Linda, I don't."

"You will my dear. Eventually you'll understand."

I wanted to say "whatever!" but I would never be that disrespectful to her. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked back to my house to get ready to go.
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"Caitlin, Oh my god, why did it take you so long to call me. I was thinking maybe you were eaten by cannibals."

"I can assure you Jordan there are no cannibals in Costa Rica."

Jordan laughed. "God I miss you. When am I going to see you?"

"I'm coming to Pittsburgh. I'll meet you there for game 3."

"What about game 2?"

"Don't push it Jordan. Hey is Jared still with you?"

"Yes but he's being an asshole. He says he won't forgive me for chasing you out of the country until you forgive me for what I said. You forgive me now don't you Caitlin?"

"I can't stay mad at you Jordan. I love you."

"I love you too. So tell me about Costa Rica. I can't believe you went by yourself."

"I didn't exactly."

"Oh, don't freaking tell me Marc went with you."

"No, it wasn't Marc?"

"Caitlin went away with a boy. No way. It sounds serious. Well Kris was with me, so I'm guessing it was the Swedish Goalie."

"Yep."

"Oh dear god, tell me you're not in love with him. I can't have you going all Rangers on me, and who am I going to party with if you all gaga over him."

"I think you know me better than that. I'll fill you in when we meet at home. Tell Jared I'll call him later."

"Ok"

"Hey Jordan, I'm bringing you a surprise." I knew that Marc not talking to him bothered him more than he would ever let anyone else know.

"I hope she's blond."

"No you can find your own girls."

"Fair enough."

"Bye Jord."