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“Seriously, though, you and Darius are going to end up married with a whole passel of kids,” she states matter-of-factly.
“What makes you say that?”
“You complement each other in all the important ways. He’s calming for you. You’ve become so much more positive and grateful with him in your life.”
“Okay, I’ll agree with that. It’s impossible to be around him and be pessimistic.”
“And you’re the missing piece of his life. The perfect woman for him, really. You don’t like hockey and didn’t know who he is.”
“I like hockey more now,” I interject.
“I know, but you were busy living your own life and he was busy living his. Who would’ve thought rainbow leopard spots would’ve changed your life? You better incorporate that into your wedding somehow.”
I laugh. “Oh God. I cringe every time someone asks us how we met.”
“Please. That’s the best meet cute ever. It’s literally a cute meet cute.” She laughs.
“All right. Intermission’s over. Time to pay attention again,” I say.
“Yes, Mom.” Wendy leans her head on my arm. “I’ll be a good girl.”
I laugh. “You lie.”
“At least you know I’m lying. It makes it so much easier. Whenever I meet new people, they never know how to take the things I say.”
“Go figure,” I say.
“Shut up.” She whacks my arm.
“I put up with a lot of physical abuse being your friend.” I rub my tricep. “If you’re not whacking me, you’re pushing me out of my seat.”
She shrugs. “It’s my version of showing you how much I love you.”
“You need to find a guy who likes to be roughed up,” I joke.
“I’m game if he is.” She wiggles her eyebrows.
I laugh. “You’re incorrigible and I adore you.” I hug her arm to my side and watch as the guys step out onto the ice surface. “I need to focus.”
“You mean focus on that tall, hot piece of man meat of yours,” she says.
“Ha. I think Darius would love to know I think he’s all of those things to me.”
“That dude’s so in love with you, I’d be jealous if you weren’t my dearest friend.”
“That’s nice of you to say. He makes me feel loved.”
“Ooh, do you think I could meet some of his teammates after the game?” Her brain is like a squirrel jumping around willy nilly. I never know what to expect next, and I love that about her. Her vivacious personality matches her vivid red hair.
My lips curve. “I think that can be arranged.”
“Whoo-hoo! I need a hockey player who’s adept at handling his stick.”
Darius glides by the boards in front of us and winks at me. I point to his jersey that I’m wearing over one of my hoodies. He flashes his white teeth at me before he’s skating away. I love watching him on the ice; there’s a natural grace about his movements. And combined with his cat-like reflexes, it makes him one of the best wingers in the league.
The third period begins and I’m laser focused on Darius.
“I don’t think I’ll ever understand this game. I get the basic idea, but that’s about it,” Wendy says.
