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Of course he did. “Are you sure you’re not gay?” She cocked her head to one side. “Bo has no interest in fashion, and I’d love to find a gay best friend to shop with.”
“I have more important things in my life,” Bo protested.
“Like what?” Jules and Chelsea asked at the same time.
“Like…like my job.”
Jules looked from one sister to the other. “If the two of you didn’t look alike, I wouldn’t know you’re twins. You’re so different.”
Chelsea thought about the fight she’d had with her sister the night before. “Bo is a lot more responsible than I am.”
Her sister gave her a tight smile. “I can be kind of uptight.”
“That’s an understatement.” Jules chuckled. “You’re bossy as hell.”
“Well, someone has to be or nothing would get done around here.”
“Right. The whole organization would fall apart without a five-and-a-half-foot woman in PR telling everyone what to do and how to do it.”
“I’m five feet, one and a half,” Bo said as if they were in junior high and that half an inch was still important. She frowned and pushed her short hair behind her ears. “Why are you here, Jules? Just to fight with me?”
“As pleasant as fighting with you always is, I was going to see if you’re free for lunch.”
“I have a meeting in ten minutes,” Bo grumbled.
He looked at Chelsea. “You free?”
She glanced at the clock on her phone. She didn’t get the feeling that Jules asked because he thought she and Bo were interchangeable. He was a nice guy. They both had to eat, but she still had to run it by her sister since he’d asked Bo first. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.”
“Good, because I’m starving.” She looked at Jules. “I have to be back at the Spitfire in half an hour.”
“I know a sandwich shop not far. You can get something and eat it on the way.”
“Okay.” Chelsea glanced at her sister, who glared at Jules as if he’d done something wrong. “Are you sure you don’t mind?” she asked.
“I’m sure.” She turned to her desk and picked up the newspaper. “Some of us have to work.”
“And some of us got the day off.” Jules moved toward the door. “Sucks to be you.”
“Yeah.” She sighed heavily. “Sucks to be me.”
“I’ll see you at home later,” Chelsea said as she moved to the door. Bo nodded but didn’t turn around.
“Did something happen?” she asked Jules as they moved down the hall. “Bo is acting weird.”
“Is she?” He held open the door for her, and as she passed, she caught the scent of his cologne. “I think all this stuff with the cup is making her more uptight than usual. Anghthan usud she’s usually wound fairly tight.”
“Maybe.” She dropped her phone into her purse and pulled out her sunglasses. “What can you tell me about Mark Bressler?”
“I don’t know a lot. I knew him a little bit when I worked for the Chinooks five years ago. I only recently started working for the organization again. I was rehired to assist Mrs. Duffy when she inherited the team. That would have been a month or two after his accident.”
Chelsea didn’t think she’d ever forget the game the other night. Not only because it had been fun to watch but because during the award ceremony, Mrs. Duffy had walked out onto the ice in a pair of pink skates, and the captain of the team, Ty Savage, had dipped her back and tongue kissed her for the world to see. The crowd inside the Key Arena had gone wild. “That was so romantic,” she sighed.
“Yeah.”
She looked up at him, at the sun shining in his spiky black hair. “You don’t think so?”
