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“I’ll pass your compliments along to the diner.”
She smiles and takes another bite. Then another.
I watch her for a second before looking down at my own plate. “You really weren’t kidding about eating fast.”
Her fork pauses halfway to her mouth. “Hey, maybe I’m just really hungry.”
“Sure.”
The look she gives me is way saucier than anything I’m used to from Quinn, and fuck if I don’t feel it straight in my groin.
For a while, we just eat.
“How was practice?” she asks. “Dad seemed happy when I talked to him.”
“Pretty good. We’ve been working on a new forecheck, and your dad only stopped us about a hundred times to tell us everything we were doing wrong.”
“That means he likes it.”
“That’s what I told the guys. I think I’m starting to understand Brennan language.”
She smiles as she twists some pasta around her fork. “He was talking about it at the game too. Except somehow a conversation about hockey turned into him trying to recruit me.”
I look up. “Recruit you for what?”
“Marketing. Apparently there might be a position opening up with the team, and he thinks I should apply.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.”
“It surprised me. I thought he was going to ask if I knew anyone who might be interested, and then he started telling me why I’d be good at it.”
“Because you would be.”
She gives me a look. “You don’t even know what the job is.”
“Doesn’t matter. You know hockey, you know marketing, and you’re good with people. Seems like a pretty solid start.”
She takes a sip of wine. “You sound like him.”
“That might be the most insulting thing you’ve ever said to me.”
She laughs. “I mean about the job.”
“I know.”
“I told him no.”
“You don’t want to work for the team?”
“I like the team. I just already like my job.” She shrugs, but there’s no uncertainty in it. “I like the nonprofit, I like what we do, and I’ve finally gotten to the point where they trust me with the bigger campaigns instead of having someone check everything I touch. I don’t want to leave just because working for LA Ice sounds more exciting when I tell people what I do.”
“Makes sense.”
“I think Dad expected me to at least think about it.”
“Did he give you the disappointed dad face?”
“No, which was almost worse. He just said, ‘All right,’ and then spent ten minutes telling me I should ask for a raise at my current job.”
