“Uh-huh.” Like I’m here to support Knox, I’m sure.
“She’s amazing. Placed first in her time trials and was selected as team co-captain her first year.”
I’ll give it to him. Those are some pretty impressive achievements. But his earlier smile was about a lot more than her downhill times.
A set of heels clicks on the tile floor. “Cyrus! There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you. You didn’t check in this morning.” McKenna — I don’t know if she has an actual title — increases her taps, her heels clicking on the floor at a ridiculously fast rate. “What’s your schedule for today?”
She stops next to Cyrus, but he doesn’t look up or acknowledge her presence. “I’m watchingCharlie practice and then I’ll practice. It’s not hard to figure out our schedules when we’re here.” He rolls his eyes when McKenna clicks her tongue.
“Hey, she’s doing her job.” And it’s a horrible job. I can’t imagine being in charge of the men’s snowboarding team. Even if she only has to watch a couple of guys rather than the entire team.
Especially because half of them are assholes. Someof the men on the team can be real divas before a competition.
McKenna doesn’t seem fazed by his attitude. She writes down a few quick words, her pen scratching against the paper in hurried strokes. “Thank you, Reagan. Trying to chase down each of them every morning is horrible. Speaking of which, have you seen your brother?”
“Last I heard, he was planning to eat breakfast with Marley.”
Shelets out a breath of air. “At least he’s reasonable. Stays out of trouble. Basically not a media nightmare. He and Oliver are the only two I don’t worry about.”
Her words bring back memories of Remi’s first Winter Games and I laugh quietly to myself. He definitely gave the PR team a full workload that year. He swore once on camera, got caught kissing Marley at an event — which wouldn’t have beena big deal, but he didn’t tell anyone she was his long-term girlfriend so the media freaked — and, my personal favorite, went to a press conference wearing a Gold Medal sponsored hat…for the Canadian team. He swears it was an accident. Truthfully, I can’t believe they allowed him to come back three more times.
With my eyes closed and lost in memories, I miss his approach, but I can’t ignore theevidence when the couch dips, raising me higher before I settle back down.
I snatch open my eyes, suspicious. “You can’t sit here.”
Isaac, one of those asshole diva skiers, laughs and continues sitting on my couch. Totally ignoring me.
Skiers. They’re such jerks. He thinks snowboarders are cocky and have egos the size of mountains, but skiers think they’re God’s gift to women and the top ofthe food chain. They don’t realize it’s not 1985 anymore. Just because they roll down a hill on skis faster than anyone else does not make them a Hemsworth brother.
“Don’t worry. You won’t be here much longer.” He stretches out on the couch, one arm falling along the back side like he’s here to spend an afternoon.
“What’s that mean?”
He smiles, but it’s obviously not a good one. “Knox is signingtits in the lobby.”
“What!” McKenna and I both shout.
