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“You sucked at golf? How?” Cecelia interjects, looking puzzled.
“In every way possible,” he tells her. “Tiger Woods should sleep easy at night.”
He looks back at me, waiting for my response.
“Just FYI, I changed things up for me,” I inform him.
“Only for you? Are you sure?” he grins at me.
“Okay, maybe I considered you as part of the game plan.”
His grin stretches even wider. He leans in, and of course the crowd is chanting, “Kiss her. Kiss her.”
“What’s it gonna be, princess? You and me? Forever?”
Standing there on the ice, in front of the whole world, I lean in and kiss Mason Raker. It’s not a long kiss—I’m not planning on putting on an X-rated show—but it’s warm and sweet and it sends heat flowing through my body.
He pulls away, leaning his head against mine. “I’m going to take that as a good sign.”
“I’ll talk to you after the game,” I tell him. “Go kick ass and take names. Win it for the kids, babe.”
“I’ll win it for you.” He winks at me and skates away in his costume.
I stumble back to my seat, and Cecelia joins me.
“I am never going to hear the end of that, am I?” I ask.
She’s practically fizzing with glee. “No, and you now have a new assignment.”
I wince. “Let me guess. I have to create a campaign to spin this in a positive way for both Mason and the Rovers, and Queensby Publicity, so this looks adorable and rom-com worthy, rather than weird and unhinged.”
“Yes.” She nods enthusiastically. “I knew I trained you right.”
I settle back in my seat and watch the second half of the game, in which Mason, acting as a one-man army, demolishes the opposing team, and the kids and their parents cheer themselves hoarse.
As the game ends, Mariah tugs my arm shyly. “Hey, braid-lady?”
“Yes, Mariah?”
“Can I be your flower girl?”
* * *
“Cece,you have the most demented grin on your face. Wipe it off. It looks like it hurts,” I say to my boss. We’re back in the players area, and the Rovers are starting to file in. I keep looking for Mason, but I don’t see him yet.
“I can’t. Tonight was too wonderful.” Her eyes shine with glee.
Pax bumps into me. “So, I don’t have to keep it a secret anymore?” he chuckles.
“No, you still do. You’re definitely not allowed to talk about it with anybody.”
“Rowan and Mason are doing it,” Pax yells at the top of his lungs.
“We know,” Beck calls out. He glances at Cecelia and gives her a thumbs up. “Nice jersey.”
“They all knew?” Cecelia gives me a sidelong glance.
“Sorry,” I shrug. “I was trying to be subtle.”
