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My stomach sinks.Shit.
“Hello?” She giggles.
Blood drains from my face. I panic and end the call.What the fuck was that?
I swipe at my eyes. This is why I shouldn’t be considering anything with him, he’s not ready for something more than friends. Maybe I’m not either.
God, and after everything I said to Micky? She’ll ask how our talk went tomorrow. This is so humiliating.
I wait for him to call. To text me. To say it was a joke or there’s some misunderstanding, but he doesn’t. I want him to tell me it’s not what it sounded like. In a desperate attempt, I dial him back, but it goes to voicemail after two rings. He dismissed my call. It's over. After hours of conjuring images of Camden with other women, I eventuallyfall asleep with wet cheeks.
Cam: Did you try calling me last night?
Me: Butt dial.
Cam: K. Sorry we couldn’t talk last night, had some stuff to deal with.
I swallow the lump in my throat. “I’m sure.”
Me: Micky said she can drop me off at home. You don’t have to pick me up.
Cam: I’m picking you up.
Micky ties her combat boots while I slip on a pair of wedged boots. I’m still antiheels since having to walk five miles in them. I glance over at the dogs sleeping in a pile. We woke them every time we jumped in the air with a goal, which riled them up and quickly wore them out. Last night was great.Until it wasn’t.
“I’m sure she was nobody. Probably some drunk fan.”
“It’s fine. We weren’t exclusive. He can do what he wants.” I shrug.
She looks at me with eyes full of sympathy, and her pity makes it worse. I fake a laugh. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m okay, Micky. Really.”
She nods and gives me a hug. “Men are so fucking dumb.”
“Yeah.” That’s why I’m done with them.
We meet Raleigh and Birdie at brunch, and they wave to us from a table in the corner.
“Hey!” They give me a hug. “We already ordered a round.”
“Bless you. Micky and I were up way toolate watching the game.” I was up late imagining Cam with the woman that answered his phone.
Raleigh slaps her hand on the table. “They played so well! I’m so happy Barrett is getting a great final season. They’re high in the standings.”
I nod.
“These are delicious,” Micky says, pulling out the piece of bacon from the Bloody Mary and biting off the end. “Tomatoes and vodka bring out the best in each other.”
Raleigh raises her Virgin Mary. “To hockey widows.” She winks at me. “You’re one of us now.”
I’m definitely not.
“Hockey widows!” the other girls say, though Micky is less enthusiastic than the others. She grips my hand under the table, and we all clink glasses.
“Micky?” A gorgeous woman stops at the table, and Micky’s eyes get big. “Oh, shit. Ken! What are you doing here? Everybody, this is Kendra. Kendra, these are my girls, Raleigh, Birdie, and Jordan. Wanna join us? We’ve got room.”
“Can’t, I’m meeting with a few people, just had to stop by and say hi.”
Micky thrums her fingers on the table and bounces her eyebrows. “Producers? Are you finally making a reality show about my life?” She smiles sweetly.
