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Rowan hurries off to get a shopping cart, and I wander. It occurs to me that the Rovers team hasn’t branched out into pet accessories, and we need to do that immediately. I’ll tell the coach about it later. My little furry child needs his own Rovers jersey. Maybe I could make one out of a kids jersey, for now? It seems important.
Puck needs a collar and leash. I find the right aisle and am faced with several thousand choices.
Well, he’s not wearing pink, because my Puck is a manly man. It’s not Christmas, so we don’t need a Santa-themed leash.
I pick up a black leather studded collar and looked at it suspiciously. Rowan walks up to me, pushing a cart, and I show it to her.
“Thanks for the thought. Really not my style,” she laughs.
“At no point did I suggest that you wear this.” I snort, dropping the studded collar back into its bin. “I was just showing it to you because it’s funny.”
“I saw the way you looked at me.” she parries.
“Oh, how did I look at you?”
She opens her eyes so wide, I’m afraid her eyeballs will fall out. “Something like this.”
I burst out laughing. “Are you feeling okay? Now I want to call a doctor. I’m very worried.”
“Aww, I didn’t know you cared.”
I flash her an evil grin. “Are you kidding? You have no idea what tortures I plan to inflict on you, and I need you alive and healthy for them.”
11
ROWAN
Rubyand I sit on Mason’s black leather sofa, with Mason in an armchair facing us over his glass coffee table. Puck has finally collapsed from the exhaustion of racing all over the apartment, and he’s asleep on his new dog bed.
My gaze roams the apartment. I’d lay odds that he paid a very expensive interior decorator to design it from top to bottom.
It’s industrial modern style, with steel-accented black leather furniture and polished concrete floors. The walls are adorned with black-and-white pictures from historic hockey games. A massive flat-screen TV glares down at us. I frown back at it.
“What?” Mason asks. “What are you thinking about the apartment?”
“Your designer did a very good job.” That is not a lie. The apartment could be featured in a magazine. As long as the magazine was titledSoulless Industrial Design Monthly.
“How do you know I had a designer?” He arches an eyebrow at me. “Maybe I did it all myself.”
“Did you do it yourself?”
He gives me a disgruntled look. “No, I hired a designer. And now that I’ve been honest, what do you really think about my apartment?”
“Honestly, it’s kind of cold and colorless. No personal touches.”
“There’s plenty of color.” He points at some gray-striped pillows on the black couch. “Gray is not a color,” I inform him.
“Agree to disagree.”
“No, thank you.”
Ruby giggles. I glance over at her. “What’s so funny?” I demand.
“You two. You’re so cute when you argue.”
“There’s no us two,” Mason barks at her, looking extremely uncomfortable.
“There is nothing cute about the two of us together whatsoever,” I say indignantly. “Nothing cute at all. It’s a hideous abomination, an offense against science and nature.”
