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Equilibrium	By : meow Category: Individual Celebrities > Taylor Pyatt Views: 937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Taylor Pyatt. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 12

“So... the guys have been weird lately…”

“Oh yeah, how so?”

“Well… Bieksa keeps winking at me, Kes is the opposite he won’t look me in the eye. I swear Mo glares at me… oh and Trev said to tell you to ‘keep the dirty pics at home’,” Py looked at me, his eyes twinkling as he straightened his tie.

“I don’t know what he’s talking about,” I said innocently, pulling on my coat all the while forcing the little stroll with Mo to the back of my mind. I was nervous enough tonight, but tried not to show it. Py made it especially easy as he came up to me and gave me a ‘the hell you don’t’ look before leaning down to whisper in my ear, “Then I guess you’ll need a refresher.”

“I’d love a refresher,” I took his hands in mine and kissed him soundly on the lips, “But we’re going to be late,” I pulled away abruptly, a cocky grin on my lips.

“Tease,” he grumbled. I laughed.

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I scanned the room and found Mo talking to Nazzy. He looked up at that moment and caught saw me.

“Give me your coat.”

“Huh?” I looked up at Pyatt, realizing that I’d zoned out.

“I’ll get us seats and drinks. You… go say hello.”

Nazzy noticed and gave me a wave and a smile and with a couple of words to end their conversation, Mo made his way through the crowd.

“Hey, Samantha,” he grinned.

“Samantha?” I wrinkled my nose. “I’m still Sam. Just – with better clothes on,” I gestured to my slim fitting emerald dress with a flattering v-neckline.

“No, you’re all grown up and… adult-ish,” he beamed, reaching out and dragging a lazy finger through a long dark curl, his forefinger brushing my face sending a shiver down my spine. I brushed the feeling off as best I could as a Mo turned an interesting shade of pink. Adultish? Oh, right, the photos.

“Yeah, amazing what a couple hundred bucks and an afternoon can do, eh?” I smiled warmly at him, trying to forget that Mo had seen me in less. I took in his polished form. Men in suits, I sighed quietly. Enough said.

“Still can’t take a complement, can you?”

Not when it comes from you, Mo, I said to myself. You’re doing weird things to me lately. I shook my head awkwardly. “Where’s Erin?” I changed the subject and looked around.

“Not here, unfortunately. Baby sitter cancelled, so she’s with the kids,” he explained, his hazel green eyes glowing as he stuck his hands into his pockets. “Where is he?”

He. That’s what his 6’4” blue-eyed line mate had been reduced to.

“He,” I emphasised in a wary voice, “is getting drinks.”

“Good, then you can do me the honour of having this dance,” he grabbed my arm with a devilish grin.

“Oh, he dares sacrifice his toes for one dance?” I raised an eyebrow as he tugged me towards the dance floor. “I’ve got heels on, you know,” I warned jokingly, as I willingly slipped into another one of our traditions.

“I’ll take heels over skates, any day,” he said, keeping to our script. Mo swept me up into his arms as the band started a slow jazzy tune. A strange and unfamiliar awkwardness fell between us as we swayed to the music in silence – strange because we’d shared this one dance every year since we had met and not once did we dance without a word being said. I attempted to put the train back on its tracks.

“So, how’s Brayden doing with his math? Did he get that trick I taught him, you know the one where you treat the greater or less than sign as if it was an alligator and- what?” I stopped mid-sentence after a grin broke out across his face. “What? It works! And it’s easy to remember. Stop laughing at me,” I hit his arm lightly, starting to smile myself once his grin grew to reveal his self-conscious front teeth.

He shook his head, “I’m not laughing at you. Well… maybe just a bit,” I hit him again.

“You’re so adorable,” he said, his right hand leaving my waist to touch my nose.

“I’m not ‘adorable’. I’m a mature and desirable woman,” I corrected in a half-serious voice, shooing his hand away, so I could bring him closer to me.

“That you are,” I thought I heard him say softly over my shoulder, but it was muffled by the sound from a saxophone, so I wasn’t sure if he’d said anything at all.

“Uh oh, your boy toy doesn’t look too pleased.” That I heard.

I turn and sure enough, Pyatt was glaring at Mo from Kes’ side at our table. We stopped dancing. “Maybe I should get you two a ruler so you can get this over with,” I muttered.

“No need. I win, hands down.”

“Excuse me?”

“We shower together, Sam.”

I coughed, forcing myself to keep my eyes trained on his handsome face as he realized what’d he’d just said.

“I mean, we- you know what I mean.”

“Right. I’ll just… take your word for it,” I said hastily. “I’ll see you later, Mo,” I stepped away from him, eager to put some distance between us.

“Yeah, alright,” he said, but didn’t let go of my hand until the absolute last possible second so that his hand drifted down my forearm and trailed over my fingers dramatically. Our arms were fully extended so everyone could see it - our connection. I turned to Mo, expecting to find him in a staring contest with Py, but he wasn’t. His attention was on me.

Instantly, it was as if his touch burned me. I pulled my hand out of his as a reflex. My fingers were left tingling, but I ignored the feeling.

It was the longest eight seconds of my life. I could feel both their gazes on me as I left Mo and went towards the dinner tables where Pyatt was standing, his lips curled in a displeased frown.

”I...” I started, but no other words came to me.

I cooed, reaching up for a kiss. It was short and chaste because of the setting, but it was firm and possessive and it sent my heart racing as we took our seats and Dave Nonis formally began the evening.

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“You know, this ‘overprotective big brother’ act is getting old. I brought her here, so I’ll take her home. You’ve had your little dance, already.”

I had just gone to the washroom just before Py and I were going to take off, but when I came into the foyer, he and Mo were in the middle of an argument with Trevor watching intently close by.

“No, you won’t. I’ll take her home. You live in Yaletown, right? She’s on my way,” Mo tried to shrug it off as simple reasoning, but Py wasn’t buying it.

“Look, what the hell is your problem, man? Can’t even let her go, even for a night?”

“My problem?” he let out a dry laugh. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“Yeah? And why’s that? Because I’m not playing the role of best friend?”

That stung.

“You think you’re fucking Mark Darcy, don’t you? The good guy,” he continued. I came up to them just as Trevor stepped between them.

“Oh, go home to your wife,” Py drove the final heart breaking stake in over Trev’s shoulder.

I couldn’t stand the crushed look on Mo’s face, so I finally found my voice. “Stop it! Don’t fight. Not over me.” The two of them turned at the sound of my voice.

“Take him,” Trev said urgently to me without so much as a gesture to ether man on his side. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“Sam.”

“Sam.”

I looked from one to the other.

“You can’t make me do this,” I said whispered, shaking my head. “You can’t make me do this,” I repeated louder, struggling to keep my voice even. How could they make me choose? “I won’t.” And I turned and left.

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A familiar black SUV caught up to me as I was waiting for my taxi.

“Sam…” I hesitated before looking at Pyatt. I pulled open the passenger door and hopped in.

We sat silently in his car for what seemed like ages after he pulled up to my apartment complex.

“I’m the middle child,” Pyatt started gruffly, staring ahead, “I’m use to not getting what I want, toys, skates, clothes, but this time – this time it’s different.” He ran his hand through his dark hair.

“I want you, Sam,” he turned to me. “And I’m not going to share.” I caressed his strong jaw tenderly, my heart racing. He grabbed my hand and looked deeply into my eyes.

“You don’t have to,” I said quietly, although my heart was beating a mile a minute from his heavy words.

“Yes - yes, I do.” I didn’t know what to say.

“This wasn’t the way I wanted to tell you, but,” Py swallowed nervously after a moment.

“What is it, Py?” I whispered.

“I know I wasn’t here when he was, but I’m here now and I… I’m falling for you, Sam. Hard.”

I leaned in and kissed him until I was dizzy from the lack of air. Even after two months of practice, I still wasn’t able to keep up with his lung capacity. I rested my forehead on his and stared into his blue depths, losing myself easily. “I...” Just say it for God’s sake, I yelled to myself, but the words wouldn’t come. “I… I want to mean it when I say it, Taylor,” I said slowly, tears pricking my eyes, “I’m sorry.” I traced his rough jaw.

“Can you give me time?” He knew that this... thing with Mo was holding me back. I could see the vulnerability in his eyes. He’d placed his heart on the line knowing full well that if I told him what he wanted to hear tonight, they would be just in the spur of the moment. He deserved more than that. Much more.

“For you… anything,” he nodded almost painfully. I kissed him tenderly again.

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“He loves you, you know.”

I turned to see Trevor beside me on the bench. How long he’d been there, I didn’t have a clue. The rest of the team was long gone. My mind had been drifting the whole afternoon, two days after the team dinner. I could barely concentrate during the practice.

“Not helping,” I mumbled, looking back onto the sheet of ice.

“I’m not here to help,” he stated, “You’ve got to talk to him. This state of limbo can’t go on forever, kid. It’s a dangerous drain on the both of you. And it’s sure as hell not fair to Erin or Py.”

“Py? Erin?” I said, confused. “Wait, who are you talking about?”

He gave me a long look. Mo. Mo loved me? Trev must be kidding. That, or he meant that Mo loved me like a friend, like a sister. My head spun and I felt a wave of nausea.

“I can’t deal with this. M-he’s not suppose to love me,” I said quietly, my lips refusing to say his name. “Taylor loves me. Me.”

“And what about you, Sam?” I turned to him. His deep brown eyes were kind and soft. “Who do you love?"
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