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I couldn’t wait to see the response that came from their outpouring of support.

“Go for it.”

She didn’t have his number; I was fairly certain.

“M’kay.” She tapped her screen a few more times before finally putting it away.

“Wait, did you really?”

“Yeah,” she slammed her fists on the glass as players skated by.

“How?” I narrowed my eyes.

“I asked for it last night when you were getting a corn dog.” She glanced at me, doing nothing to hide her wicked smile. “In case I ever needed to get a hold of you.”

“Why would you call him to get to me? You have my number?”

“Cause I felt pretty confident about you two spending more time together, and you might get distracted during breaking news.”

“Breaking hockey news?”

She shrugged. “It could happen.”

“Wouldn’t I hear about it first if I’m with him?”

“Not if it was the East team.”

“I don’t even have his number.”

She scrunched her nose, “Why not?”

“I haven’t asked for it.”

“Why not?” she repeated, this time with annoyance.

“I haven’t had a need for it.”

“You don’t want to text him? Wish him luck before a game or ask if he wants to hang out later?”

Of course I did, but he was just as capable of asking for my number, and since he hadn’t, I was following his lead.

We were hanging out when we ran into each other; that was it.

One kiss didn’t mean anything.

To him.

Apparently.

And that was fine. We were both here to do a job, not to date.

“Do you want his number?" She started pulling out her phone again.

“No,” I bit out.

“Not from me?” she guessed.

I didn’t answer because I couldn’t help but scan the mass of athletes until I found him between Erik and Wyatt. They were screaming in the direction of the action on the ice.