I look at my watch.“Two twenty.And twelve thousand steps worth of shopping, you maniac.”
“Okay, so they’re at the Denver arena.He’s probably in the locker room, and he’s thinking about you.”
I smile, warm all over.“Maybe he just really likes Monopoly.”
“I’m sure that’s it.We need to get you some lingerie for Monopoly night.”
My jaw drops and I give her a look of horror.“My children will be there!”
“It goes under your clothes, dipshit.I wasn’t suggesting you greet him at the door or go directly to jail in it.It’s for later.”
I shake my head.“No.Lingerie means I was hoping to get with him.”
“So what?”
“I would absolutely never with my kids in the house, Jules.”
“Cockblocker.”
I laugh, bumping her shoulder with mine.
“You need lingerie anyway.The boys spend the night with me and Noel sometimes.”
“My ass and tits don’t fit in the lingerie in any of the stores here.”
She scoffs.“Girl.Tell me about it.I know some good places to order online.I’ll get you some.”
I groan.“I’m not wearing crotchless latex.”
“Of course not.You don’t start there, Blair.He has to earn his way into that shit.Just lace and satin to start with.Full coverage.”
“We’re playing Monopoly with my kids.That’s it.”
“Uh-huh.Do you know how much time and patience it takes to text from a fucking flip phone?But he did it.Because he likes you.”
I fight my smile, but it breaks through.
“Say it.Oh, thank God, let’s go to that coffee place.Admit that he likes you, just one time, and I’ll let up.”
He did text me from his old-man flip phone.While he’s on the road for hockey.And I definitely felt chemistry on our night out, and even on the morning after.
“Okay.”I cave.“I like him, and it seems like ...”I take a deep breath to calm my nerves.“He likes me, too.”
10
Magnus
People think living in a hotel is luxurious.Like I eat room service steak every night, sleep in, and have people making my bed and tidying up after me daily.
It’s not that.I shake my head with disgust and throw the 4X white men’s brief underwear back into the clean laundry bag.
I got the wrong bag of laundry back from the hotel laundry service.Again.And I’m supposed to be at Blair’s house in an hour.
My clean-laundry situation is bleak.I sent away everything I didn’t take on my road trip with the team.Hopefully when I call the front desk, they’ll be able to send up the right laundry immediately.
“Oh, I’m sorry about that,” the front desk attendant says.“Our housekeeping manager will be back tomorrow and she’ll look into it.”
I exhale heavily, looking at the ceiling.“Isn’t there anyone who can help me today?Can you see if anyone else called and said they got the wrong laundry?I can go switch with them right now.”
