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Nalani:

Yes. Chicago hosts Vegas. Brooklyn gets to recover from tonight first.

Sofie:

Poor Vegas they have to deal with Reznik.

I lift my eyebrows.

Anna catches my expression and presses her lips together to keep from laughing.

“Don't,” she whispers.

“I haven't said anything.”

“Your face has.”

She types.

Noelle:

Not gonna lie, I’ve watched that video every time it pops up. Those eyes…

Anna:

The eyes are great; did you happen to see that hockey ass?

“I feel some sort of way.”

“Objectified?” She laughs.

“Yeah, that’s it. And just so you know, you have permission to continue.”

Sofie:

Anna, you should have tapped that!

Hildy:

I mean, I’m not… not agreeing.

“How did those two assholes get women like the three of you?” I ask, nipping her ear.

“Aw, you like them too.”

“Like is a strong word, but they’re alright.”

Claudia: We all know what tomorrow's going to look like.

Noelle:

Pretty eyes, fine ass, complete menace.

Hildy:

He wasn’t the same man off the ice. So, I will secretly be rooting for Chicago.

“Okay, I do like them.”