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“I’m probably the only person who sits outside more than inside, even in the winter,” she says. “I love fresh air and open space. It’s probably why I love filming my show so much. We visit some really beautiful areas.”
“Do you only film in South Carolina?”
“For the most part. We’ve done a little bit in North Carolina, but with it being a local show, it limits where we travel. Our viewers expect us to mention places they’ve been to or could easily visit.”
“That makes sense. So if you get national syndication, you’d be filming all over the country?”
“Yep. Unlike now, there’d be no shortage of subject matter to choose from. And our budget would be much larger.”
“When you film, do you stay overnight, or do you get all the footage done in one day?”
“It depends on what we’re investigating. We have an overnight stay coming up in the next week or so. We’ll camp out and see if anything interesting happens.”
“Do you worry about having a run-in with a bear or a coyote?” I ask.
“Nope. I’m only concerned about running into Bigfoot,” she says, laughing.
“Are you scared of finding him?”
“Heck no. It’s my dream. He should be scared of me because I’ll probably want to bring him home—alaHarry and the Hendersonstyle.”
I smile at the vision she conjures. I don’t know if I believe Bigfoot exists. Extraterrestrials seem more likely to me than a giant furry creature who has remained hidden from people. But I’m not a disbeliever. The older I get, the more I realize anything’s possible.”
“How are you doing with your hockey season?” she asks.
“We’re doing great. I’m lucky I landed on a team with so many solid players. Everyone has a great work ethic.”
“I don’t follow hockeyat all.I’ve never watched a game.” She raises the blanket until it covers her head. My chuckle has her slowly sliding the blue fleece down until her brown eyes are revealed.
“Not everyone is a hockey fan, but the coolest people are,” I say, smirking.
She bats the blanket down to her lap, feigning shock. “How rude.”
I shrug my flannel-covered shoulders. “Sometimes the truth hurts. But it’s not too late to become a fan.”
She wrinkles her nose. “Football is my favorite sport to watch.”
A disappointed scoff slips from me. “Hockey is a true game of skill.”
“So is football. The quarterback has to thread the needle with the ball while running for his life.”
“Yeah, but he’s on grass or astroturf and wearing cleats. We race around on the ice with knives connected to our feet whilepassing a hockey puck back and forth. Do you know how much practice that takes?”
“You’re obviously passionate about hockey, and we’re never going to agree on which sport is better. My dad was a football fan, and that’s how I was raised.”
“Since you’ve never watched a hockey game, you haven’t given the sport a fair shake. I think you should come to my next game.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I couldn’t do that.”
“Why not? Maeve and Rogan are going. You can all go together. I’ve got four tickets available, so if you want to bring a friend, you can,” I say, trying to sway her.
Hey, dumbass, what if she brings a date?
It’s too late to retract the words.
“I’d really like it if you’d go,” I say.
“You would?” She studies my face. I can tell she wasn’t expecting me to say that.
