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"Shush," the dark-haired boy hisses at the girl, who must be his little sister. "You're going to jinx it, Jenny."
"It's okay," Holly joins in. "Hockey players make their own luck. I think they're going to win the Cup too."
"So do I," Tyra adds, drawing some attention her way. "Ryan Gunner is my favourite player. He's the best!"
"You're... You're," the little girl stammers, eyes going wide with awe. "You're Princess Brielle!"
Tyra laughs, scooping up the little girl in a hug, and placing her on her knee.
"I am," she agrees, referring to a character she played in a live-action fantasy movie with fairies. "But my real name is Tyra Price. I'm only a princess in the movies. What's your name?"
"I'm Jenny. That's my brother Aiden and his friend, Jackson," she says, motioning to the two boys. She points at Taylor, Holly, and Em before asking, "Are they princesses too?"
"No, silly," Aiden says. "They work for the Northmen. I've seen them on TV before."
"We think they're princesses," I advise the boys and wink at Em. "The right girls always are."
Before we know it, a small crowd has gathered at our table. Luke, Tyra, and I sign more autographs and take selfies with fans while Em, Holly, and Taylor sit back and roll their eyes.
"They love this, don't they?" Taylor teases. "I mean, Tyra gets stopped pretty much everywhere we go. But she's always gracious and kind and never impatient. These two," she points at Luke and me, "lap up their celebrity status."
"Luke loves fans, especially the little ones," Holly nods in agreement.
After a few more minutes, the kids, their parents, and the rest of the curious customers go back to their tables to give us some privacy. We continue playing, marking our cards, trying to use our powers of deduction and detective skills to figure out who the killer is, what weapon they used, and where they did it.
I try to sneak a peak at Em's cards when Luke slams his hand on the table.
"No collusion!" he yells. "You can't collaborate!"
We all laugh, and not two seconds later, Luke tries to do the same thing with Holly's game cards.
In the middle of Holly's turn, her phone starts to buzz. She ignores it. Then Em's phone starts buzzing. They both leave their phones in their purses, but when the silence starts blowing up with notifications and incessant ringing, they shoot each other a concerned look. The dings and pings don't stop until they finally concede and grab their cells.
When Em unlocks her phone, a look of horror passes over her face. I immediately think something terrible has happened, or Randy has caused some shit again.
"Oh fuck," Holly mutters, looking from me to Em.
"What? What is it? What's wrong?"
Em shoots me a mortified look, covering her face with her hands as she slides me her phone. Holly does the same to Luke, and Taylor and Tyra lean in to have a peek. When Luke chokes, and the women giggle, I know whatever is on the phone has nothing to do with Randy. It can't be that bad.
"We are so screwed," Em sighs into her hands.
"Oh, you've definitely been screwed," Holly laughs awkwardly.
I take Em's phone and look at the screen. There are about fifty different Twitter, TikTok, Facebook, and Instagram notifications. I click on one of the links and am redirected to an online video.
"Holy shit."
There on the screen is Em, back bowed and enthusiastically riding my dick inside my car.
When I installed the three-sixty dash cam in my SUV with an app connected to my phone, I did it for safety and insurance. I never dreamed of inadvertently making a sex tape with Em in the passenger seat.How the fuck did this happen?I glance over at Em. She looks horrified and embarrassed, and rightly so. I grab her hand and squeeze, trying to impart some sort of comfort, but inside my mind is racing.
We really are screwed.
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Damage Control
