“You should. And you know I’m happy to be your wingwoman.” Lola’s never struggled for dates, but she’s never foundthe one. She’s gotten close a few times. There were a couple of women I thought might lock her down, but before things could get serious to the point of cohabitation, something would go wrong.
Lola says it’s because she’s a lot. And she is. But in the best way. She hasn’t found the right woman for her. She will, though. There’s no way someone as incredible as her won’t end up blissfully happy.
“Maybe one of your boy toy’s teammates knows some hot hockey players in the PWHL they can hook me up with.” Lola’s eyes glint, and I chuckle.
“I’ll ask.”
“I’m calling it now. We’ll both end up married to professional hockey players.”
“From your lips to god’s ears,” I say through my laughter.
“I’m not going for a goalie, though. I want a winger. Someone who can body slam me against walls, the bed, all the flat surfaces…” Her blue eyes go all dreamy, and I lose it.
She’s ridiculous, and I love her. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
twenty-two
INDIGO
Sitting in the coffee shop,my fingers fly over the keyboard, the words flowing. Ever since our make-out session two nights ago and the things Sebastian said yesterday before he left, I’m flying high.
It’s amazing what happiness can do for your productivity.
Inspired by the events of the other night, my heroine and her doctor fake boyfriend find themselves in a situation where the validity of their relationship is called into question. To prove they really are together, they start kissing in front of the heroine’s evil stepsister, but instead of stopping when she stomps off, my plucky heroine and her doctor keep kissing until they’re grinding together in his office.
She’s incredibly pleased with herself when she makes him explode in his suit pants.
I may be against self-inserting, but everyone knows that life can imitate art. It can also inspire it, and grown men coming in their pants because they’re so turned on by the woman they love will always be hot as hell.
My cheeks are probably pink by the time I finish typing the scene, hoping no one read any of that over my shoulder.
The messaging app on my laptop pops open with a text.
Sebastian
Good morning, Rosebud. You writing?
Grinning, I reply immediately. I should probably play it cool and make him wait for a response, but I can’t. I’m too giddy about things between us.
Me
Morning. I am. Are you getting ready to leave?
Sebastian
Yeah. Just got to the airfield. We’re waiting for the okay to board.
Me
Is everyone ready for the series?
Sebastian
Everyone’s pumped. We wish it was starting at home, but that’s okay. We’ll have to clinch it in four and win it in our barn.
Me
I believe in you.
