All moisture in Molly’s mouth disappeared. “Is this a joke?”
“It’s not a joke. I really do work for the Wild, and I really am calling you.”
“Oh my God. I’m going to kill him.”
Cleo had paused her cock-ie decorating and was listening with interest.
“As a representative of the Wild, I’d like to formally request you don’t kill one of our soon-to-be rookies.”
Molly snorted. “No promises. I can’t believe he called you.”
“He called me and sent me a sample of your work. I took your number and told him I’d be in touch if anything came up.”
“When did he call you?”
“A couple of months back. He said, and I quote: ‘You’re going to want to get her before ESPN snatch her up, T.’”
Molly laughed. “Sounds like him alright.”
“We currently have two internships we are trying to fill. One is a HD radio internship, and the other is in marketing and public relations.”
“He called you before we were together.” Her voice was barely a whisper, and Cleo grinned as she picked up another bag of frosting.
“I’m sorry?”
“Hm? Oh. Nothing. I just can’t believe you’re calling.”
“You still have to submit an application form, and go through the same process as everyone else.”
“So if I get it…”
“Yup, all by yourself.”
Molly could tell Tracie was smiling as she spoke. “That’s important to me.”
“He said as much when we chatted.”
“What?” Molly pretended to be offended. “The jerk never evenaskedfor special treatment?”
Tracie laughed. “Men, eh? Well, if you send me your email address I can shoot the application form across and get everything started.”
“All joking aside, Tracie, I truly appreciate your call.” Her heart raced and her palms were clammy as she recited her email address and hung up. So she hadn’t bagged a spot with any of the places she’d applied to, that didn’t mean she couldn’t convince the Wild she was worth a shot.
The doorbell rang, and Cleo sprung off her chair. “I’ll get it, Linc said he was going to call around for a while.”
After a couple of minutes, Finn and Cleo walked back into the dining room. He picked up a cock-ie from in front of Molly, and read the message. “I wholly endorse this message.” He took a giant bite from one of the balls. “Hey…” He waved the cookie at her. “These aren’t bad.”
“Finnegan?”
“Uh oh.” He stepped back from her, taking another bite.
“What do you mean, uh oh?”
“I know that tone. That’s an in trouble tone. I didn’t do it.” He frowned, then hissed. “Stupid cut.” His face was blooming into a kaleidoscope of colors, his jaw was already yellow-green, but his cheekbone was dark purples with splodges of red.
“Tracie at the Wild called me.” She narrowed her gaze, pointing a bag of frosting at him.
His shoulders relaxed and he approached her again, sitting on the seat next to her. “Oh. Is that all? I didn’t do anything but place a phone call to someone who’d said – and I quote – if you ever need anything, please feel free to call. So I did.” Smugness dripped from his every word.
