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I like it.
It’s good.
We say hello now when we run into each other back at our houses, and that’s fairly often. There are no more “avoidance” games.
We just live life like normal.
We’re also much kinder to each other.
Like the other day, I returned her container to her and was sure to let her know how much I loved the stew, which was totally true.
That seemed to please her.
“I can make it again sometime,” she said. “And share some with you, of course.”
“I’d like that,” I told her.
We had kind of a moment then, as I stood on her doorstep. She leaned against the frame, and her eyes held mine.
I smiled softly. “So…,” I murmured.
“Yeah?”
Right then the mailman arrived, and, just like that, the moment passed. I don’t know what I was going to say anyway. It’s probably for the best that we were interrupted.
Oh, and one more thing…
Addison stopped by my house one afternoon to finally give me back my hoodie.
Weird thing, it smelled like her.
I just know she was sleeping in it…or doing something else while wearing it.
Shit, I can’t think about the latter—it makes my dick hard. That can’t happen, as we’re supposed to be strictly friends and business associates.
Speaking of work, our events all go smoothly. We behave more like partners now, not adversaries.
Things really have changed.
So much so that from time to time, we even share a laugh or two.
Addison loves hearing stories of how we hockey players like to play jokes on one another.
The other day, when we were in her office going over the schedule of upcoming promo events, I told her about this one time, after a big snowstorm and when I was playing in Chicago, a bunch of us built an impenetrable snow fort around the captain of our team’s car.
“You should have seen the look on his face when he came out and saw his car was surrounded by a snow wall,” I shared, chuckling.
“Oh my God, Hayden.” Addison laughed. “What did the poor guy do?”
I shrugged. “Eh, what could he do? He borrowed a shovel from maintenance and dug his car out. It took him, like, an hour. Man, it sure was a classic prank.”
“Yeesh, you guys.” She shook her head. “Did he ever get any of you back for what you did?”
“Er, um…” I trailed off, not wanting to share how he paid me back.
He was the one who set me up with the coach’s daughter—knowing full well I’d be toast if her dad ever found out. I don’t think he ever intended for me to get traded, though.
Sometimes pranks go too far.
