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I hear Seven give an annoyed sigh.
I can feel him eying the door and debating a great escape, but then he speaks instead.
“Everything ok over there?” he asks.
I sit up on the bed and face him, knowing full well that I need to tread lightly if I’m going to bring up Penelope’s name. Otherwise, the Hawkeyes might be in need of a new center again.
Do I want to discuss this with anyone? No.
But will I take this to the ice if I don’t get it out? Maybe.
“I fucked up,”
“Not a shocker there. Can you be more specific?” he says, barely interested in this conversation.
There’s a high likelihood that Seven might toss me out of the fifth-story window of this building, but there’s no one else I can unload this shit with, so here it goes.
“Four years ago, I lied to Penelope about who I was in a tutoring email to get close to her in college. She asked to meet up with her yesterday, and I came clean. Now she’s probably googling how to kill a hockey player and get away with it.”
“For fuck sake. Do I have a sign on my back that says, “Please tell me your deepest, darkest secrets? Why in the hell do people tell me all of their shit?” he asks, running his hand over his short dark hair.
“Because we all know you won’t tell anyone. Trust me, it’s not because of your warm and inviting disposition,” I say.
“Fuck off.”
“I’d be happy to, but you’re the one who asked.”
He doesn’t like that answer as his frown deepens.
“That’s because I want to win tomorrow, and you sulking in the back of the jet the entire flight isn’t going to win us the finals. I need you ready to fight tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I know,” I say, looking down at my boots on the vibrant swirl hotel carpeting.
“I warned you not to get involved, remember?”
“I've been involved for years. Your warning came a little late, not that it would have stopped me then either."
He sighs with a grumble.
"Sounds to me like she has a valid reason for being pissed."
"Yeah, she does. And I may have inadvertently cost her a chance to compete for a spot in the Olympics."
"Jesus Christ, Matthews. What the fuck did you do? Does Sam know about this?"
"Why do you think I was in Canada for four years?"
His eyebrows lift in surprise.
"It was that bad that Sam kicked you out of the country? That's fucking brutal but not surprising. He'd kill for that girl."
"Yeah, I know."
Seven slumps down on the second queen bed in the room.
"I don't understand how catfishing Penelope over email cost her the Olympics. And give me the PowerPoint presentation version. I don't want to be here all day."
This is the part I don't want to explain but at least I know that Seven won't tell anyone.
