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He frowns. “What do you mean it wasn’t common? You’re legendary.”
“Things get blown out of proportion a lot. You know that.”
He considers that a moment. “So what’s the deal with Poppy then? Why the dinner date all of a sudden?”
We step out onto the ice together, nab a puck, and start skating, passing it back and forth.
“Because she’s different—and not the way I thought Tash was different—like, really different. Good different. I want to spend time with her, real time.” I sound like a fucking idiot.
Randy fumbles the puck a bit, but recovers and slides it to me. “Like an actual relationship?”
“Yeah, man. Like what you and Lily have. I think I want that. I got Poppy to agree to two dates, and I don’t want to fuck this up. And not just because she can’t be my massage therapist anymore. I for real want this girl. Like, I need to keep her. That sounds wrong, but this morning when I realized I didn’t have anything set up with her, I got, like, panicky. So I made another date for tonight.”
“Wow. Okay. You’re seriously serious.”
“Aye. So this bunny shit, I can’t have it messing with things.”
“But you can see why the bunnies are gossiping, right?”
“Because I took some girl out for dinner?”
“It’s a big deal in the bunnysphere. You’re a fucking legend, Romero, even if you don’t want to be.”
I overshoot the puck, but he’s fast enough to catch it before it gets away from him.
Not once did I consider how the bunnydom would react to me taking a girl out for dinner. I also didn’t consider the possibility that people might take pictures and post them. But I should’ve, because I’ve seen all this bullshit before. Back when Miller was first dating Sunny, back when Randy was still pretending he and Lily were just “having fun.”
“Remember all the nasty messages Lily got when she moved in with me, and we’d been together for, like, months? The bunnies are fucking crazy half the time, Lance. They’re gonna be all over this.”
“Is it bad like that already?” I ask.
“You gotta go check your page. That’s where all the shit is going to be. It’s the comments, man. You know how the bunnies are. Does Poppy know what it’s going to be like? Especially with your reputation?”
“Fuck.” I run a hand through my hair. Violet was right. I’m going to have to deal with this a lot sooner than I hoped. “Fuck. What am I gonna do?”
“Maybe there’s nothing to worry about. I mean, maybe she’s not big on social media stuff.”
“She’s got all the accounts.”
He quirks a brow. “You been stalking her?”
“A little bit.”
Randy barks out a laugh. But before he can razz me too much, Coach blows the whistle.
I’m distracted during practice. I still manage not to screw up too much, even though my head is anywhere but on the ice.
After practice, I get pulled aside by Smart who likes to ride my ass and check in about the fucking massages, which he still makes me get on a pretty regular basis. His talk today is about making sure I’m taking care of myself, but since I haven’t punched anyone out recently, he doesn’t have a reason to lecture me for long.
I rush through the shower, wrap a towel around my waist, grab my phone, and head for the sauna. I want to see what the hell is going on in the social media world so I can run interference.
I hit my page first and stop outside the door to the sauna to scroll through the new pictures circulating. Thankfully most of them are from the restaurant. I should’ve known better than to take her to a high-profile place like that. She looks sexy as hell, though, so that’s good. And not in a slutty way. Poppy is classy and classically beautiful.
There are a bunch of pictures of me with my arm around her, and my lips close to her ear. Randy’s right—I’m all over this girl. And the bunnies are not happy about it.
Then I see a picture reposted from a year ago. It’s the night Miller, Randy, and I went out to the bar and took a limo home with three girls. One of them is Poppy, although she’s in profile. I’m not touching her, though; my hand is on the waist of a blonde chick—the friend I never slept with.
Speculation is flying now. Bunnies are saying I’ve been keeping Poppy a secret all this time. It’s a clusterfuck. I’ll be lucky if she’s still willing to go out with me again after this. If I were her, I’d say fuck it.
I decide to skip the sauna. Instead I get dressed, say a quick goodbye to the guys in the locker room, and get in my car—which I’m still driving over the Hummer. I stop at my house, since it’s halfway between the gym and Poppy’s work. I still have the flowers and candy I forgot to bring with me last night. I don’t really have a plan. I want to make sure I’ll still get to see Poppy tonight and that I haven’t fucked this up.
