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Power Play 10
Oakley
To say I’m blown away by what happened yesterday is an understatement.
I’m not sure why they wanted to go on a picnic with me. Or why Lenox offered me his tickets.
I need to call my dad to see if he wants to come.
“Hey, Pumpkin.”
“Hey, Dad. Want to come watch a hockey game?”
“You know I do. I got box seats with the Arials for your birthday.”
The Arials are the team that the guys all want to play for. I’ve been a fan since I was little.
“O.M.G., thank you!” I squeal into the phone.
“I’ll leave the office and meet you at the game. Leave me a ticket at will call?”
“It’s already there. Lenox is giving us his tickets.”
“Tell him thank you,” he says, but it’s like he wants to know why Cashel isn’t leaving them for us. I want to tell him that it was never Cashel but his dad that left tickets for us. Our dads are good friends.
“I’ll call Jensen and see if he wants to have dinner after the game.”
“You do that.”
“See you in a couple hours.”
“Bye, Daddy.”
I hang up and try to figure out what to wear. I guess school colors, red and black.
I opt for black skinny jeans and a tank top with our school mascot on it, with a black cardigan over that. Black converse to complete the look. Curling my hair, I leave it down, the waves cascading down my back.
No makeup except gloss and mascara. Might as well try to make myself look presentable.
Taking a deep breath, I turn in the mirror, actually loving my curves for the first time.
A knock on the door tells me it’s time to go. Throwing my cardigan over the tight tank top, I’m ready.
I yank open the door to Lenox. In a suit, he looks like a tall drink of water. He’s always been good looking. He’s just not cocky about it.
“Hi,” I whisper.
“You look beautiful,” he admires me, his eyes roaming up and down my body.
“Thank you.”
He leads me to the car, helping me in, his hand trailing down my back, sending shivers down my spine.
“I think this would look better on you.”
He hands me a jersey with his number on it. I look to him and then to the jersey, only to look at him again.
“For real?”
