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“I hope you used protection,” Pasha says, batting my ponytail.
“That’s what I said!” Faye says, and they fist bump.
“Who are the assistant coaches?” Ainsley asks.
“Flux, and a couple guys from the farm leagues. Bishop and Mackenna, I think?” Zeke says with a frown.
“Either of them tall glasses of milk with bedroom eyes and hair that looks like it’s just been fiendishly tousled?” Lule asks.
Everyone stares at her, not least of all Pasha.
“Woman,” Pasha says, and she flashes an evil smile.
“Taller than Freddy?” Zeke asks.
Faye nods.
“Coach Carroll,” Zeke and Pasha say together.
“Girl,” Ainsley says, wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tight. “You just got eye fucked by the head coach!”
“You guys are ridiculous,” I say, dropping my head onto my knees as I hide from the conversation. It’s easy to get them to move on when the team re-takes the ice for the last period. It’s the semi-finals and they’re down a goal, but the momentum is definitely swinging in their favor.
As my friends watch the teams go at it with everything they’ve got for the right to play in the championship game, my eyes keep flitting back to the coach. He’s so focused on the game, and every time I catch a glimpse, the intensity in his gaze, that singular focus, it makes me a little hot. By the time the period is over, Portland has won the game and I need a cold shower.
We cheer on the team as they move from their bench into the locker room beneath where we sit. Freddy waves at us and points to his phone. Coach Carroll is the last one to leave, and I swear his eyes find mine once more. The tiniest smile curves the corner of his mouth, and then he’s gone again.
“Girl…” Tansy drawls as my phone buzzes.
I pull it out to see a notification on our group text thread.
FREDDY:Drinks in the hotel bar in 30! No excuses!
AINSLEY:Bring your friends!
“Ains!” I hiss as Faye and Lule laugh, fiendishly.
FAYE:Let *them* know Megan will be there too ;)
LULE:We’ll make sure she has protection this time
“Guys!” I hiss as Zeke and Pasha read their phone screens, laughing hysterically.
FREDDY:Do I want to know?
TANSY:Just bring your friend. Trust us. ;)
ME:You guys are the worst. Save me, Freddy.
FREDDY:Always, Megs. ;)
“You guys are the worst,” I grumble as I follow my so-called friends out of the arena. My phone buzzes again.
FREDDY:He’ll be there. ;)
My stomach flips. It’s been a long time since my stomach flipped. It feels like so much more than just grabbing drinks in a hotel bar. But that’s ridiculous.
“Ready?” Ainsley asks.
