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He didn’t like gratuitous sugar–his words–in things like soda and his idea of a snack was fruit.
So I’d compromise on that and have guac and seltzer with my spicy chips. Avocado was a fruit.
“Went for a hike,” Mallory said. “They’ve seen Dex play before.”
“Have you talked to him since he left?” Bridget asked.
I shook my head. “Just a few texts but not back and forth. He said they’re on a crazy schedule.”
“Did you watch his interview?” Bridget asked.
“No. Why?”
“He didn’t tell you about it?” She glanced at Mallory, just like when they were little and had a shared secret.
“Out with it.” I curled my fingers in a gimme gesture.
Mallory pulled out her phone and did some swiping. “Here.” She thrust it at me.
It was a sports website and I clicked on the video. A sportscaster was asking Dex a question. He was in his Silvermines uniform, helmet on his head, hockey stick in hand. He was sweaty and flushed. From playing hockey, not sex with me. Although I’d seen that sweaty and flushed look before when he was naked.
You must be feeling pretty lucky your girlfriend–the one we’ve all seen you with in Montana of all places–doesn’t mind you’re an enforcer off the ice.
I sucked in a breath and flicked my gaze at the girls.
Her, lucky? Hell, I’m the lucky one. It’s better than the draft, being a first-round pick by someone as perfect as she is.
Ohmygod. Oh. My. God.
“You sure it’s a fling?” Bridget whispered when I handed the phone back to Mallory.
I didn’t answer, just went over his words again and again as I grabbed some of the snacks and settled on the couch. I busied myself by pulling up the game on a satellite sports channel while the girls finished making the guac and set the spread on the coffee table.
The game started after a bunch of fancy pregame stuff including national anthems.
“God, he’s hot,” Mallory said at least seventeen times through the first and second periods.
In my mind, I said it every time Dex was on the ice. I didn’t know skating was sexy, but the way he moved was effortless. Like at the kids’ practices, but with intensity. He shoved a guy into the boards, then he got taken out, but popped right back up. Even watching him guzzle from a water bottle on the bench was hot.
He was in his element playing hockey. Especially when he scored the third time which was something called a hat trick, per the announcer.
“Please tell me you offered him some kind of sex motivation to score three goals,” Mallory urged, staring at the TV and watching Dex skate down the boards and getting gloved high fives from his teammates for the latest goal.
“What?” I asked on a laugh.
“Does he get a BJ for every goal?” Mallory asked. “For the hat trick, does he get anal?”
Bridget was taking a sip of her drink and spit it all over Mallory.
“I don’t want to know about Lindy and anal, okay?” Bridget said, glancing at her BFF.
“Please, you totally gave up that hole for Mav.”
I stared at Mallory wide eyed. While I knew Bridget wasn’t a virgin, it was hard for me to separate the little girl I raised with the woman who might be having anal sex.
“You need to get laid instead of thinking about Lindy’s sex life,” Bridget told her.
Mallory nodded. “I do. I sooooo do. I’m waiting for Theo, obviously. If he can perform surgery on a brain or spleen or something, imagine what those hands can do with a g-spot.”
