Taking A Shot (38 page)

“I don’t think that’s what she wants. What she really wants is a place of her own—a bar where music is played. She’s not looking to become famous. She just wants to sing.”

“You do realize that may not be what she gets. Say she does open a second bar—a music club. And she’s in there singing. She’s that good, and word of mouth travels. Some music exec happens to be in there some night and hears her, and her desire for obscurity is over.”

He chewed, swallowed, and nodded. “That may be. If and when that time comes, she’ll decide if that kind of life is what she wants. In the meantime, it’s been hard enough to get her to go for the dream she has.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, Liz. I’ve tried to figure it out, to talk to her about it. She won’t budge. My best guess is she’s either afraid to fail, or afraid to succeed.”

“Pretty broad concepts.”

“Yeah. Either way, I’ve tried to encourage her, but I’m stepping back.”

“Don’t do that. She needs you. She trusts you and your opinion. You’re the first one she sang for. That means something. If you let it go now she might never do anything with this gift she has.”

He took a long swallow of water and set the glass down. “I don’t know about that. She’s making progress. Look, she took you and Tara to the club and sang for you. That’s a big step in the right direction.”

“Exactly. And if you back down now, she may forget the whole thing. She needs encouragement—a big push.”

“I’m not much for pushing people who don’t want to be pushed. She’s made it clear she wants me to back off.”

Liz sighed. “Fine. I’ll let you make your own decisions there. I love that girl and want what’s best for her, but I know better than to mess in someone’s business again.”

Tyler grinned and patted her hand. “It all worked out in the end for you.”

“Yeah, it did, but it caused a lot of pain for a lot of people along the way. And here I go again, meddling. I can’t seem to help myself.”

“You aren’t meddling. You’re trying to help Jenna.”

“I want her to have what she really wants.”

“So do I.” He just didn’t know how to make that happen for her.

Maybe Liz was right. Maybe Jenna did need a little shove in the right direction.

He’d had an idea that he thought might help, but after their last blowup he’d discarded it, decided to back away from the whole thing and leave her alone about singing.

Now that Liz had told him Jenna had taken her and Tara to the club to hear her sing, things were different. She was opening up about her singing to other people.

So maybe it was time to take that next step, open the door for Jenna and see if she was willing to walk through it.

IT TOOK A COUPLE WEEKS FOR TY TO PUT HIS PLAN IN place. First, he’d had his hellish road trip, but at least they’d played well and picked up four road wins. The team was in position to make the playoffs and he needed to start concentrating on the game, not on a woman who made him crazy.

But the woman who made him crazy was never far from his mind, so no matter how hard he tried to shove her into a “forget about her for now” place in his head, she was always there, lurking.

He’d made a few phone calls to some people he knew who might be able to help him out. Liz had been instrumental there, since she had way more contacts than he did. By the time he returned home, he’d been able to get the ball rolling. It had taken a few days and trips around town to look around, but he’d liked what he saw. Now all he had to do was present the plan to Jenna, which he intended to do tomorrow.

First he had to put all his focus on the game tonight.

They were facing Nashville, a formidable opponent and one of the other teams in their division fighting for the title. Tyler needed to be on top of his game, because this was a must win. There were only three games left in the regular season schedule and they were neck and neck with Nashville. It was going to come down to these last few games. The Ice needed to win two more games, and Nashville needed to lose two of them for the Ice to win the division, and that’s only if they beat Nashville tonight.

They’d had grueling practice all day today, the coach putting them through their paces. He wasn’t going to accept any mistakes tonight. None of them would accept stupid mistakes. They were too far into the season and the end goal was in sight. They had to win.

By game time, he cleared his head and took the ice, his teammates as pumped as he was. He looked to the left where the seats were when he came out onto the rubber pads leading to the box, wishing Jenna were here tonight. But it was a work night for her and her assistant manager was sick, so despite him asking her to come to the game, she couldn’t get away.

Probably better this way. He could concentrate on the game and not Jenna sitting in the front row watching him.

This was too important a game to let anything distract him.

He skated out onto the ice, his heart pounding. He’d never played on a winning team before, had never made the playoffs. It was so close he could taste victory.

“TY HAS NO IDEA ABOUT THIS BIRTHDAY PARTY, DOES he?” Tara asked as she put the finishing touches on the tables.

“No clue. He’s so nervous about the game tonight I’m not sure he even remembers it’s his birthday today.”

Mick laughed as he helped Tara spread out a tablecloth. “Nothing
matters when the game’s on the line. He’s lucky if he can remember his own name right now.”

Jenna surveyed the private room that Tara had so generously offered to decorate. They couldn’t close the bar tonight—with the Ice so close to making the playoffs, her regulars would be disappointed not to be able to watch the game with all their friends, and it would be bad for business. But she did shut off the private room so they could set up for the party she intended to have for Ty’s birthday.

He promised her he’d come to the bar right after the game. And just in case they lost and Ty felt shitty about it, intending to drown his sorrows alone, she’d given a heads up to Eddie and Victor that today was Ty’s birthday and she was throwing him a surprise party. The guys told her they’d make sure Ty came to the party, even agreed to delay his arrival to allow his teammates to get there before he did.

Everything was ready. Tara had done an incredible job setting up the room with balloons in the Ice’s blue and white team colors with matching table decorations to reflect the hockey theme she’d chosen. There were miniature pucks and hockey stick drink stirrers, plenty to drink, and a lot of food because she knew the players would be hungry. Tara had worked with a cake decorator and had a hockey stick cake made. It was awesome.

Her parents and brothers would be coming in, along with all Ty’s friends. She even had an ice sculpture of a hockey player staying cool in the freezer. She hoped to God the team won tonight or it would be one hell of a somber birthday celebration.

She hurried out to tend to her customers while Tara tended to the decorations. Since baseball season had started, Gavin was home again and in town, but he didn’t have a game today so he showed up with Liz and Jenna’s parents. Jenna barely had time to wave at them when they came in because the bar was packed with fans who were
glued to the screens, watching the game and ordering beer like they hadn’t had anything to drink in a week.

Fortunately her dad seemed eager to get behind the bar and help serve drinks, something she was glad to have him do. She needed as many extra hands as she could get. Her mom disappeared into the kitchen and helped out with the food orders, much to Malcolm’s relief, so they had a smooth operation going. Dad served the bar patrons while Jenna filled the waitress’s orders. They were going to do a hell of a lot of business tonight judging from the number of times her waitresses came running back to her with requests for more drinks. And if the Ice won, she might be calling quite a few taxis for some of her patrons.

The good thing about being busy was she barely had time to glance up at the television screens to watch the game. Even though she wanted to watch, her stomach was a knotted mass of nerves. She knew how much each of these last few games meant to the team—to Ty. Winning the division and making the playoffs was critical. She had to rely on either the cheers or the groans of her customers to let her know what was going on with the game, because it was too loud in the bar to hear the announcers.

When she heard a cheer, she’d stop and look up, knowing something good had happened for the team. The Ice had scored twice in the first period, once on a pass from Ty to Eddie, and once on a sneak shot from behind the goal by Meyers. Nashville scored on a power play, so the Ice were up two to one going into the second period.

Her stomach knotted up even tighter. It was still too close and way too much game left to play. She busied herself with her customers, not even looking up when she heard a chorus of groans and curses.

Nashville had tied it in the second period.

Dammit.

It stayed that way all through the second period. The tension in the bar was so thick she could barely wade through it, and the noise level was deafening, because the shots on goal by both teams had been insane, yet no further goals had been scored by the time they headed into the third period.

The play had been rough, with two more power plays by both teams.

“Your boy looks good tonight, honey,” her dad said as he shouldered up to her to wash some glasses.

“Does he? I’ve barely had time to watch.”

“Take a few minutes to watch. I’ve got this.”

She laid her hand on her dad’s shoulder. “I don’t know if I can. I’m about ready to crawl out of my skin.”

Her dad laughed. “Yeah, it’s pretty tense and these are critical games. But Ty will want to know you saw him play.”

He was right. And she did want to watch. She took a break and stepped out from behind the bar to walk around and visit with her customers, but no one wanted to chat. Their faces were glued to the screens, so she leaned against a wood beam and watched as Victor got hold of a puck and skated like lightning, passing it to Eddie, who got slammed against the glass as he fought the defender. Eddie dug in and passed the puck across the ice to Ty, who took it and skated toward the net, then took a shot, missed.

She let out the breath she’d been holding, realizing her heart was pounding and her palms were sweaty. She swiped them down her jeans.

Come on, guys. Time to score.

The defender slammed the puck to his wing, who passed it to the Nashville center, who took a shot but the Ice’s goalie caught it in his glove.

Jenna was going to pass out if she kept holding her breath. She
let it out, and decided she might be better off not watching the game. But then Ty and Eddie got a breakaway and passed the puck back and forth. Eddie defended, Tyler took the shot and it slid into the net on the left corner. The lamp lit up and the entire bar erupted, everyone coming to their feet, pounding the tables with their hands and clapping.

Jenna screamed and shot her fist in the air. She ran back behind the bar and hugged her dad, who beamed a grin.

“He did good.”

She realized she had tears in her eyes. “He did, didn’t he?”