Page 41 of Drop Pass

Of course. I knew this was a big game for him. I could be professional. All I had to do was put on a smile and ask him the provided questions. Nothing personal about it.

“Everything okay?”

I looked up to Shawn and smiled. “Of course.”

Jordan looked at me with narrowed eyes. “You don’t seem very excited about the chance to meet professional athletes. I get you’re not really into sports, but don’t women dream about this?”

I raised an eyebrow. “I don’t appreciate you generalizing women’s preferences.”

He rolled his eyes. “Its cliché for a reason, you know. Enough women before you have fawned over professional athletes, firemen, and musicians that it becomes a fact.”

“Well, it just so happens I’m not interested in them.”

I looked back at my computer like I had something important to focus on.

“If you’re not interested in them, then why do you hang around them so much?” Shawn asked in a calm voice.

“What?” I looked up to see him holding up a tablet and scrolling through picture after picture of me with the Pride and players. These weren’t taken by me or my friends. They looked like they were posted to social media.

“So, you aren’t interested in them?” Jordan said with a chuckle.

I sighed and leaned back in my chair. “I’m friends with some of them. Just friends.”

“Lucky,” Jordan whispered.

“Then why do you have such a problem with the interviews tonight? It should be easier since you’re friends with them.”

I sucked in a breath. This was getting too close to crossing the line into personal information and I wasn’t sure how much I should share with them. I didn’t know these guys and I’d only be working with them for a few weeks. It wasn’t like I was going to unload my relationship drama on them.

“Let’s just say not all of them are easy to get along with.”

Shawn laughed and nodded. “I hear that.”

“I’ve heard the Fury are good guys,” Jordan said, obviously probing.

“They are. Truly. They’ve welcomed me into their family and really take care of each other, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t a few that are rough around the edges.”

Jordan leaned forward. “Who?”

I smirked. “I don’t reveal my sources.”

“You are the source.”

I laughed. “True, but I’m still not telling.”

“I don’t care about who they are off the ice. Just get the interviews done and you’ll be fine,” Shawn said with finality.

“Sounds good. Which cameraman will be with me?”

“Johana. She’s on the evening team, so you probably haven’t met her.”

I hadn’t but over the years I’d learned cameramen in general were easy to work with. As long as you were respectful to them, they did their best to get what was needed on the first try.

We went through the clips I needed to record for the radio and finished the morning segments before ten. That meant I had the rest of the day to worry about tonight. Wonderful.

The warm ups wouldn’t start until later this afternoon so I couldn’t even go hang out with the Pride at the arena.

I decided to go home and try to take a nap before tonight so I didn’t look too tired on camera. I walked across the street, huddled in my coat to my building. It hadn’t snowed in a few days so the short commute wasn’t as treacherous as it had been when I first moved. I waved to the doorman and went to the elevator as I pulled off my scarf and unbuttoned my coat. The doors opened and I stepped forward, walking into someone.