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Did I? Probably. “No, I didn’t.”
He laughed. “Alright, maybe you didn’t but it will be a good time. All the studs in Calico Cove come out to prove how tough they are, eating the hottest wings imaginable, only to cry like a baby when they’re slamming gallons of milk. It’s hysterical.”
That did sound fun.
A minivan pulled up to the building and four young boys of varying ages piled out of it.
“Wait for me! Stand there and wait for me!” shouted the mom from inside the van, but the boys were having none of it and raced toward the building.
One of them spotted Dillon and stopped dead in his tracks.
“Whoa. The Heart. Guys, guys! It’s The Heart!”
“Sorry,” Dillon said to me as he was rushed by the four kids all talking at once so I couldn’t understand a thing they were saying.
He was some local hero. I shook my head and crossed the parking lot towards my own car.
“Later!” I called over my shoulder. Then, because there was a part of me that liked to be difficult, I said, “Maybe.”
4
One Eyed Gull
Later that Night
Dillon
“Dillon! Earth to Dillon.” My sister yelled in my ear over the general roar of wing night.
“What?” I snapped.
“You going to keep watching that door or are you going to pour drinks?”
“Maybe,” I grunted, but started drawing a few pints. Not easy with one eye on the door.
Liv had said shemightsee me later, which we both knew when she said it, was a crock of shit.
We were vibing. There was no getting around that. These past few days had been…something. Whether she wanted to do anything about it or not was her choice. But I knew, sex or no sex, we were always going to have fun together.
We could shoot the shit and make two hours of skating go by in a blink. Or we could do laps in silence, listening to the sound of our blades cutting through the ice, and that was cool, too.
I was going to have to come clean to her about who I was, though. Those kids that rushed us as we were coming out of the rink could have given it all away. Fortunately, they used my nickname, which she just thought was my last name. But I don’t care how small a town was, or how blasé some people in town were about me, no one who played in a local hockey league demanded the kind of attention I got from people.
And at this point, I knew her well enough to know she was not the type to be impressed by a professional hockey player.
She thought I looked like The Hulk. Which…not an ego boost. But the way she said it as her eyes drank in the width of my shoulders and the size of my legs more than made up for it.
I also doubted my piles of money would make her care one way or the other.
Liv was too real for that shit. It’s what I liked about her.
And I was as real as I could be with her, beyond lying to her face about my job.
Which was why I was surprised she still hadn’t shown. It was getting close to nine and the kitchen would close at ten. I could always make up the wings myself, I’d spent formative high school years working that fryer.
I had a five-alarm habanero sauce that even Jolie Bettencourt couldn’t handle, and everyone knew Jolie was the queen of the hot wings.
I was going to watch little MissI can handle any heatlight up like a fire truck and laugh my face off while she did it.
