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“I doubt it.” I shake my head. “I’d be more worried about her Dad finding out. If they’re trying to keep it a secret, I would say they need to come up with something pretty full proof.”
One thing’s for sure, Cindy has dated plenty of idiots, so it’s about time she found her Mister Perfect. She deserves it.
“You know, the more I look at some of these players, the more I think I need to get into following hockey.” She chuckles good-heartedly, holding up one of the lacey thongs that is merely a tiny scrap worth of material. “What about you, Em? Considering getting something sexy just in case…?”
I have a few conservative pairs of panties in my basket… and a couple of lacy bikini style bottoms. “In case what?” I balk.
She shakes her head. “Don’t give me that innocent look. From what I hear, Taylor James is as single as they get. And he’s still hot. What if you see each other, andbang, the love’s still there and you want to get it on?”
There’s no way she should be saying “bang” in any sentence involving Taylor.
I shake my head, knocking the mere mention of what she’s saying into oblivion.
“You’re completely crazy!”
“Am I?” she challenges, swirling the G-string around in front of my face with one finger. “Come on… admit it… you wanna feel sexy under there regardless. That’s the name of the game, bestie.”
“The name of what game?” I can’t help but laugh as I try to pry the G-string out of her hand to save her from waving it around the entire shop for all to see, but she dodges me, not caring who sees us. She picks up another scrap of material and pulls it by the waistband to assess its size in the air.
“I love wearing sexy stuff. You don’t have to wear it for a man… just to feel nice for yourself,” she says, like she’s the Queen of underwear or something.
“You were the one just saying what if Taylor and I saw each other and basically banged!”
She throws her head back, laughing. “Well, I’m merely stating, a boring pair of cotton bikinis.” She glances down at my basket. “Isn’t going to cut it, Emmerson.”
“I’m not wanting to cut it,” I try to tell her. “I’m just stocking up on the basics.”
“That’s not going to get you a good time in Seattle, girlie, and look at it this way, if you get something really sexy to wear that you wouldn’t normally, just knowing you have it on in front of your ex, it’s kinda hot.”
I shake my head like she’s gone insane. “I’m not looking for a good time, for one, and two, I’m not even going to be in front of my ex. He’ll be out on the ice, remember? He won’t even know I’m there.”
She drops the thongs in my basket anyway, not taking no for an answer. “I forbid you to leave this store without some sexy numbers that you know any man on the ice tomorrow night would bug their eyes out to see you in!”
“You’re very insistent,” I quip. “As well as insane. Must be why I love you so much.”
She doesn’t bat an eyelid. “You just never know, Em. The man for you could be right around the corner.”
I shake my head. I can’t help but laugh… and maybe she’s right.
* * *
Friday night rolls around faster than I can blink. I texted Susie and Cindy this morning to confirm we will meet before the game, around the corner at Periwinkle Cafe to have a coffee.
Mads is so excited, since she’s never been to a live hockey game before. She isn’t going to understand barely any of it, but doesn’t care. She’s happy to watch dozens of hot men skate around the ice, smashing each other into the glass while they all vie for that tiny little black puck…. She’s pumped for it.
I, however, have been having anxiety all freaking day.
I can’t decide whether to text Taylor or not… I mean, I probably should. It’s not like I don’t have his number. It’s also not like we’re totally on the outs. But the thought of it makes my stomach roll over and over.
I’m so nervous about seeing him. But I can’t deny there’s also a small flutter deep within me because I’m going to see his face and be in the same space as him after all these years. I’ve no idea how it’s all going to make me feel.
I take extra special care getting ready. I bought some new jeans as well as the ridiculous underwear Mads insisted would look great on me. I have to admit, I haven’t bought myself anything in a while and it does feel sexy.
I decide to wear a camel-colored bodysuit under a faux leather jacket with warm lining in the same color as my top. When I put on the lacy white panties with a matching push-up bra, I do actually feel good. Maybe Maddie is onto something.
I sit on the edge of my bed with my phone in my hands.
My hands shake because I’ve just started typing a text to Taylor, and I don’t know if I should send it… It’s a far cry from how we used to be. I never had to think about it or how it would be received. But I feel like it’s the right thing to do rather than just show up.
