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That sounds like Isabella. Danny should be worried.
I feel kind of sorry for Mom, because I’ve seen Isabella when she wants revenge. The day I picked her up from Danny Hart’s apartment, when everything between them imploded, she poked a hole in all of his condoms and soaked them in chili juice for an hour, before drying them all off and sliding them back into the box in the bathroom cabinet.
I have no idea if he used them or not, but the thought of it makes me wince.
I slide into my seat next to Brian just as the teams skate onto the ice. The stadium is completely full and everybody is screaming as Dad leads his team out. Then the Mavericks follow to another roaring cheer. Kids are waving flags, adults are jumping up and down, as the teams take their places ready to face off.
I look down trying to see Mom and Isabella. But then Gramps appears on the big screen and if the stadium was loud before, now the cheers are deafening.
Everybody loves Gramps. It’s been a long time since they’ve seen his face. He smiles and waves a hand and the screams get louder.
Mom is smiling next to him. And next to her is Isabella and… wow.
Yep, she’s definitely in vengeance mode. She looks absolutely amazing. Her hair is glossy and tied back casually, though it probably took her hairdresser hours to create that effect. And her face is perfectly made up to highlight her high cheekbones and wide eyes.
She wears vengeance well. I hope Danny realizes what a dick he is.
Then the game begins. I know I’m supposed to have torn loyalty, with my dad being on one side and the Mavericks on the other, but like the rest of the staff I’m cheering for our team. Five minutes later, when Carter hits the puck into the net and our team takes the first goal, all of us are on our feet screaming.
Then I see Brian has Eli’s name on the back of his jersey, too. I can’t help but smile.
The big screen shows Gramps’ reaction. He’s fighting with his nurse because he’s trying to get on his feet and she’s stopping him. Everybody starts chanting his name as he grins.
Next to him, Isabella is on her feet, too. I guess she’s decided which team she’s supporting.
Of course, it could be something to do with the fact that the goal was mostly Danny’s fault for losing possession. He body checks Carter and the two of them look close to fighting.
Then he deliberately skates close to where Mom and Isabella are sitting. It looks like he says something to her, but I don’t know what.
“That number three’s an asshole,” Brian says.
“Yup.” I nod.
The game gets more scrappy as time goes on. From a skill and experience point of view, Dad’s team should be on top by miles, but the Mavericks have the home advantage, and they’re also young and hungry. When the second intermission arrives it’s almost a relief, because the sin bin keeps getting filled up thanks to stupid fights that break out across the ice. Dad and Eli both look grim as they lead their teams into the tunnel.
The Mavericks are winning three goals to two, and everybody around me is beaming. I head down to grab my usual hotdog, too superstitious not to. And as I bite down, mustard and ketchup oozing all over my lips, I see my beautiful, glamorous sister walking toward me.
“Oh hey,” I say, trying to swallow down the oversize mouthful I’ve bitten off. Then I dab my mouth with the white napkin the vendor gave me, though I’m sure I’m just smearing red and yellow around my face.
“Hi.” She smiles at me. “Still loving those hotdogs, huh?”
“Best part of the game.” I lift a brow and take in her black dress. It’s skater style, clinging to all her perfect curves. “You look great.”
“Thank you. So do you.” She lifts a brow at my jersey. “No hiding which team you’re supporting.”
I shrug. “I saw you cheering them, too.”
“Yep. I’m on team anybody but Danny.”
“I saw him say something to you.” I’m curious now. Especially when she frowns. “What was it?”
“Oh he’s a delight.” She sighs. “He told me that my vagina was as wizened as my neck.”
“He said the word wizened?” I ask her.
She grins. “No, he’s not smart enough for that. I think he said arid. Or dry. I’m not sure.”
“You’re looking remarkably cool,” I say, because she really is. “Mom said you were vengeful.”
