Yours, Truly: Carson City Saints

By Katie Kenyhercz

Event Planner Truly Bishop has been building her business with her twin sister in Carson City for what seems like forever, and she's ready to expand into Las Vegas full time if she can get the stars to align. Cue sexy speed bump Sawyer Bennett, captain of the Carson City Saints and now call-up to the Las Vegas Sinners. They'd been flirty friends for years, but she'd benched the attraction to hold fast to her rule: She doesn't date hockey players. An unexpected road trip brings them closer than ever before, and when her job in Vegas orbits around his, the pull is undeniable and the feelings unescapable. Is she really ready to leave her life in Carson City behind for the bright lights and future in Sin City? Viva Las Vegas.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Katie Kenyhercz
• Release date: Apr 20, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224694785

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Chapter 1

Thursday, May 16

Truly’s phone went off for the fifth time that morning, and she pulled her pillow over her head, trying to ignore it. The ringtone, We Are Family, announced it was her sister. Again. With a groan, she stretched her arm out from under the covers and flailed around until she found the device and finally answered. No.

True, thank God! I thought you were dead. And you don’t even know what I want.

Cherish, it’s before eight in the morning, and it’s my day off. Whatever it is, the answer’s no. Ask Mercy.

It involves Sawyer. Her tone made it sound like what it was. A dangling, verbal carrot.

Truly opened one eye. After a beat, she closed it. Why would you think that would entice me to do anything? But it would.

Twin telepathy.

More like twin psychopathy, Truly mumbled.

What was that?

Nothing. She rubbed her eyes and sat up on her elbow. Clearly, more sleep was off the table. What do you want?

You were planning to go out to Vegas tomorrow, right?

Yeah. I have vendor and client meetings this weekend. But you know that. There wasn’t a single detail of their event-planning business, Truly Cherished, that Cherish didn’t have memorized, categorized, and filed in three places.

Would you mind leaving a day early with a passenger on your road trip?

Cher, as much as I love you, after seven hours in a car, I’d push you out. Wait. The fog started to clear, and Truly frowned, sitting all the way up. You’re not talking about you. You said⁠—

Sawyer. He got called up to the Sinners, and he needs to go tonight so he can be there for Friday’s morning skate and get ready for the first Conference Final game. His car’s in the shop, and no buses are available last minute.

Something wasn’t making sense, but her brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders just yet. "Well, I guess…hold on, why are you asking?"

He got the news after last night’s game, and Chase was in the locker room too. He knew you were due to go to Vegas and said he’d ask. Which he passed on to me.

That was because Chase Donovan, the Carson City Saints goalie, Cherish’s fiancé, and overall logical human, knew better than to stick his nose in other people’s lives. Cherish lacked that trait. Truly blew out a hard breath. You already told Sawyer I said yes, didn’t you?

Why would you think that?

Twin telepathy.

Okay, I did, but you don’t mind, do you? He’s in a bind, and this is a big deal for him.

That wasn’t why Cherish was invested in this. She was attempting to play matchmaker. Attempting to get even for the scheming Truly and Mercy did to hook her up with Chase. But this was different. Whether or not True was attracted to Sawyer didn’t matter. She didn’t date hockey players. Period. And even though they were friends, would boy band look-alike Sawyer Bennett be interested in her that way? He dated women in front of the camera. She preferred to stay behind it. She could refuse the favor. But then she’d be a world-class jerk, turning her back on an innocent just to stick it to her sister. And while she didn’t appreciate this little ploy, Sawyer shouldn’t have to pay for that. He was a good guy. He just wasn’t her guy. Daydreams be damned. All right. Fine.

You’re an angel.

You’re the devil.

Pick him up at noon. Muah. After making the kissing noise, Cherish hung up.

Truly tossed her phone across the bed, tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling. Seven hours alone in a car with the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen in person. He’d never made a move, but their chemistry was palpable in normal settings. At least, she thought it was. She had her rule for a reason. After breaking up with an entire hockey team on her sister’s behalf, she let it be known far and wide that she had no interest in any man on skates. They’d just have to keep things platonic. That was do-able. Wasn’t it?

Sawyer stood on the sidewalk outside the house he co-rented with one of his teammates, his suitcase and duffle beside him. Nervous energy hummed in his veins, and the urge to shift side to side the way he did on the ice before a game was strong, but he held it in check. The anxiety was in part being called up at the last minute and in part because he was bumming a ride with the woman who turned him inside out and didn’t even know it. He’d dated his share since moving to Carson City after college, but the one person he really wanted had a firm no-hockey-players rule that she hadn’t broken for anyone even though several Saints had tried. He’d never call being her friend settling, but he couldn’t help wanting more. He just had to keep that to himself. For seven hours in a small box with her.

When her SUV pulled around the corner and stopped in front of him, his heart thumped hard, but he played it cool and waved with a smile. She returned it and popped the trunk so he could stash his bags. Once he was squared away and buckled into the passenger seat, he expected his pulse to slow, but it had other