Defensive Zone (The Dartmouth Cobras #2)

Copyright 2012, Bianca Sommerland

Edited by Rosie Moewe

Cover art by Reese Dante

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The game. 'nough said ;)

To Cherise Sinclair who
made this a much stronger book. To the Toymaker and Eirocawakening
for your beautiful Violet Wand scene—you have no idea how
privileged I felt to be 'there' with you for something so intimate.
Your guidance an
d insight into the
lifestyle was priceless. To Ebony Mckennie, Stacey Price, Genevieve
Trahan, my precious beta readers. To Riane Holt for your support
and guidance through the whole process. You tweaked the 'Gossip
Column' into something better than I could have managed on my own.
To Rosie Moewe for your tireless work in the final hours, polishing
words and lending a shoulder to lean on when I so desperately
needed it.

Readers, your emails, comments,
reviews, and investment in my characters make it all worth it.

And to my family
who knows I'm crazy, but loves me
anyway!

Celebrity Dish

by Hayley Turner

Silver
Delgado has abandoned the spotlight—to run a
hockey team?

I can't say
I'm surprised. The child model and supporting actress for Take Me
Home started her career in Hollywood followed by rumors of sexy
rendezvous with several players from her father's team, so it's
obvious that she has a ta
ste
for stick welding hotties. The question is, why didn't her father,
wealthy financer Anthony Delgado, delegate the team to his eldest
daughter, Oriana? Rumors of her upcoming nuptials to the Dartmouth
Cobras playmaker, Max "The Catalyst" Perron, say Oriana definitely
knows how to handle a player, or three, quite well.

Daddy dearest
may regret his decision when Silver continues her shameless antics
with the
players who aren't
'attached' to her sister.
...unless he's hoping she'll
provide a little motivation. And who knows, if she gets bored,
perhaps she can design a trendy line of heavy coats and
boots!

Hollywood's loss is Nova Scotia's gain?

Silver Delgado crumpled the clip from the
tabloid in her fist. A whitewash of cold ran over her flesh as she
faced Daddy, but her smile never slipped. "Hayley is a jealous
bitch—she thinks I fucked her husband."

"Watch your language, young lady." Her
father's golden brown eyes narrowed as he leaned forward in his
wheelchair. His red velvet smoking jacket, with its thick black
silk collar, masked his frailty well, forcing her to focus on the
austere expression which reduced her to the naughty little girl
that had disappointed him yet again. "Did you?"

"Did I . . . ?
No!
" Her skin crawled
as she pictured Mr. Turner, not ugly exactly, but definitely
disgusting. He licked his lips so often whenever he talked to her
it looked like he was drooling. "He hit on me a few times—my agent
told Hayley that he was making me uncomfortable and she had to
conduct any future interviews herself. Hayley refused to believe
her husband would be that 'unprofessional'."

"I see . . . ." Shaking his head, her father
rolled to the far end of his rooftop patio. He drew in a raspy
breath and waved her over. Gazing out at the picturesque scenery, a
clear view over the trees to Lake Banook, glowing under the early
morning sun, he spoke quietly. "You earned this reputation, Silver.
Whatever this woman has against you, everything in that article is
the truth."

Everything?
She bit back a grin. "So
you want me to 'motivate' the players?"

He slapped his hand on the railing. "Don't be
obtuse. I want
you
to behave professionally. This family
doesn't need any more bad press."

"I know. But—"

"No buts. I hate asking this of you. If I had
a son . . . if Antoine wasn't . . . ." The lines in his face
tightened. "You are all I have left. I need to know I can trust you
to represent me, to prove that our family, that our
legacy
,
is as strong as ever."

Chewing on her bottom lip, Silver rested her
forearms on the railing and stared down at the manicured grounds
below. "I'm not all you have, Daddy. Oriana—"

"Do not speak
her
name in my presence.
What is it, Silver?" His trembling hand latched onto her arm. "Are
you afraid of the responsibility? Please don't be. Think of it as
playing a part. You're an actress, aren't you? Smile for the
cameras, sign whatever my staff brings to you, and be pleasant with
the investors. Learn enough about the game to carry on an
intelligent conversation. It shouldn't be too difficult, even for
you."

Yeah, thanks for all that trust,
Daddy.
"I'm sure I could do a decent job, but . . . Daddy, you
can't be
that
mad at Oriana! She knows the game! She would
be perfect for the job!"

"What did I say?" His face reddened and the
stark blue veins at his temples throbbed. He slumped into his
wheelchair and put his hand over his heart. "Do this for me and I
will give you whatever you want. Do you like your condo? There's an
extra room for an office so you can work from home whenever you
want. My staff will accommodate you. If there's anything else you
need, just tell me."

Silver blinked and shook her head. Her eyes
teared up as she saw the strong man that had always intimidated her
reduced to this. After seeing him in the hospital, inches away from
death, all she wanted was to make sure he had time to heal. Did it
really matter whether it was her or Oriana who took over the stupid
team until then?

"Don't get upset, Daddy. I'll do it.
Everything is perfect." She knelt by his side and held his hand to
her cheek. "I'm just scared that I'll disappoint you. I don't know
anything about hockey."

"Of course you don't, my precious little
doll." He smiled and bent over to kiss her forehead. "But you can
do this. Just be your beautiful self, keep your legs crossed, and
everything will be fine."

Ouch.
She bowed her head so Daddy
wouldn't see her wince. "Okay."

"I like what you're wearing." He tipped her
chin up and brushed his hand over her tight bun, his gaze raking
over her grey and black pinstripe skirt suit. "If you dress like
this every time you go out in public, people will forget your
tawdry past and give you the respect a daughter of mine deserves. I
suggest you burn the rest of your wardrobe. It killed me to see you
strutting around in those trashy outfits. I was advised not to
watch your movies. I hope you know you don't have to sell your body
any more to make a living. You will receive a monthly allowance to
cover all your expenses and more."

Damn it, I never 'sold my body'
. Fine,
some of the parts she'd taken hadn't required much of a wardrobe,
but everyone in Hollywood had to start somewhere!

Not that Daddy would understand. So she
simply nodded and smiled. "Of course."

Sitting back in his wheelchair, Daddy
motioned for her to stand. "One last thing. I'm sure you've heard
about the mess last season—last season being when the team was
playing?"

She nodded. She wasn't completely
brain-dead.

"Roy Kingsley was involved, but he is our
biggest investor." Her father studied her face as though to make
sure she understood what that meant. He continued at her nod. "If
he approaches you, in any way, do your best to make him happy. And
I don't mean by sleeping with him. But batting your eyelashes and
being sweet may be enough to keep the dirty bastard from pulling
his support of the team. Can you manage that?"

Flirt with the old guy, but don't fuck
him. Yeah. I think I can manage.
But hopefully she wouldn't
have to deal with him at all. "I can do that."

"Lovely." His head jerked up as the patio
door slid open. His jaw ticked. "
They
will have to go."

Silver looked up and inclined her head as
Asher, her boyfriend, stepped out beside his boyfriend and tapped
his watch.

"I'm very sorry to interrupt." Asher didn't
look at her father. After Daddy's ranting about her 'gay
boyfriends' at the hospital, he knew better. "But we have to
go."

"Not sorry enough not to." Daddy frowned at
her. "If you don't go, I suppose there will be talk. Bring your
sister the gift Anne bought her. We must keep up appearances. For
now."

A quick nod and she scrambled to her feet.
Anne, her father's—and now her—secretary, came out to roll him
inside. For a split second, Silver was tempted to beg her father to
come to Oriana's wedding. But after his last reaction to just
hearing her name . . .

Yeah. Bad idea.

"You good?" Asher asked as soon as Daddy was
out of hearing.

"I'm good." She moved away from him and stood
by the tall, glass wall fountain in the center of the patio. It was
new. Not something Daddy would have added on his own. She had a bad
feeling Anne was making herself
very
comfortable here.
"Let's go. I hate this place."

"Aww, doesn't it look the same as the fancy
place you grew up in? What is it, new curtains? I'm sure it must be
dreadful for you."

She should have kept her mouth shut. Asher
had grown up poor. He'd gotten where he was today through hard
work, his brains, and playing dirty. She respected him for that,
but she wasn't stupid enough to think that he'd understand that her
life hadn't been something to envy. As far as he was concerned, if
you grew up with enough to eat every day, you had no right to
complain.