I thought about Joe and me out at the bar.
Drinking.
Flirting.
His lips brushing against my cheek.
Okay. That was a little…
“You seem tense,” Ellen said.
“Can I be honest?”
She nodded.
“This is all foreign to me,” I said. “The luxury and privateness.”
“It’s something you get used to,” Ellen said. “Comes in handy at times. I figured we’d get a drink and let the others get settled.”
“Now I know you’re not telling me the truth,” I said.
“Are you calling me out?”
“I think I am,” I said.
I lifted my glass.
Ellen lifted hers.
“You’re smart, Anna,” she said. “Extremely smart. Cheers.”
We were drinking what Ellen said was aman’s liquor.
A very old and very expensive scotch.
I took very small sips.
I had to function.
“I need to know what’s going on with Joe,” Ellen said. “This is all going to come across unprofessional. And I’m well aware. But I have money invested here. I have a hockey team. I have players. I have contracts. Okay? I cannot let one person hurt the overall value. Understand?”
“Loud and clear,” I said. “I’m not sure what you want me to say.”
“It was a risk letting him come on this little road trip. Yet the first thing he did was say he needed you to travel with him.”
“And that’s a problem?”
Inside, I shook with fear.
“No,” Ellen said. “I’m impressed by that. I just need to know where it’s coming from.”
“It comes from a guy who wants to play hockey,” I said. “And I keep telling him no.”
“That’s some real power.”
“Not necessarily a power I asked for.”
“But a power you signed up for.”