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She didn't have the energy to do any intense work on the feature, but she could surf for a bit.
Most of the articles that came up were purely statistical and dry. Grinning, she added the word "sexy" to her search for fun. A mix of photographs and Tumblr fan fiction stories dominated the results.
Miss peeked her fuzzy face up over the edge of the bed and let out a tiny mew, making Holly laugh.
"Hey, floof. Are you coming up?" She patted the comforter. "I could use a partner in crime for my research."
Miss jumped up on the bed and walked toward her, purring. Holly scratched the calico's ears and smiled. "Come sit next to me, Moo."
The cat sniffed the comforter before plopping down on it, and Holly sighed with relief. Miss was adapting a lot faster than she expected. When she'd first moved into her apartment, the kitty had hidden under her kitchen sink for an entire day.
"What do you think: should I click on some of these stories?" Holly asked. "It's probably a bad idea. Good for a laugh, but..."
Miss blinked at her, her green eyes wide. Holly turned her attention back to the iPad. "Yeah, I don't know, either."
She did a few more searches, bookmarking informational sites with statistics and other hockey information, deciding to bypass the fan fiction and making sure to avoid the groupie accounts.
There was no way she could stomach hearing about other women he'd been with in the past, especially now. She was still emotionally raw from what had gone down between them the other night and totally exhausted from the fire.
Holly glanced around the pretty guest room, then bit down on her lower lip. How in the hell had she ended up here, in his house, of all places?
She turned her head toward the soft sound of his footsteps walking across the hardwood floor outside of her room. His bedroom door made a soft clicking noise as it closed.
Despite lecturing Eli about keeping a professional demeanor while she stayed here, maybeshewas the one who needed a stern talking to.
If she wasn't careful, she'd end up on the other side of his door, in his bed.
And she couldn't let that happen.
4
Holly shoved her phone into her pocket with a huff and glared at the clock on the wall of theLucky Bounceoffice. It was already twenty minutes past the meeting time her boss, Lyla, had scheduled.
She'd borrowed Penn's car because Eli had already gone to practice, and she had an hour to get the vehicle back before Penn needed it for work.
It was so typical of Lyla to make her wait. The woman didn't care about anyone but herself.
And no way was Holly going to tell Lyla that her apartment had burned down. She didn't want her boss to know she was staying with Eli, because she would find a way to leverage the information.
Calling Lyla her boss was probably a bit of an overstatement, but it was the closest description that fit. As a freelance gossip writer, she got paid by the news items she turned in to Lyla. And she also signed her paychecks, so...
Technically, Lyla’s official title should be “Bitch in Charge.” Because that's what she was—a bitch on wheels.
Holly glanced at the gigantic clock on the wall again, then stifled a sigh. Lyla was probably sitting in her office, playing some dumb game on her blinged out cell phone or posting selfies on social media.
She tapped her foot and turned her attention to the receptionist, Landon, who was hard at work filing her nails.
"How much longer is she going to be, Landon?"
The receptionist tossed her long, blonde hair behind her shoulder and narrowed her eyes. "How should I know? She's busy. She'll see you when she sees you."
"Give her a buzz and remind her I'm out here, would you?"
Landon glanced back down at her nails. "No. You'll just have to wait."
Holly rolled her eyes. "I'vebeenwaiting. Unless she has someone else in there, there's no reason I should still be out here."
"You know, Holly, I love what you've done with your hair. The purple streaks are so cute. Personally, I think the rainbow colors you had before were a bit too much. This is much better suited to your coloring."
