I flopped down on the couch and sank into my usual spot and stared at the screen. They were showing clips from past games, and then they brought up a clip from last year. Dylan was fighting with some guy on the ice, and then it broke out to a picture of both him and Carlie walking away from some building.
“When we were on our date the other night, something happened at the club.”
“Oh?”
“We were dancing. Knox, Clay, and Lucas had just arrived. Anyway, we were dancing, and then I was attacked by someone. I was ripped away from Dylan and thrown to the ground by my hair.”
“What??? You mentioned nothing about this. Are you alright?”
“I am now. Yes. Or was. Anyway, it was her, the one in the picture. She said something about wanting him back and how they were planning on having a family.”
“Oh god.”
“Yeah, it was awful. Dylan was angry, and I just wanted away from it all.”
“Wait a minute. So, then the butt dial…wasn’t a mistake,” she said as I shook my head. “Why didn’t you have me come get you?”
“I didn’t feel a need to have you come get me. Part of me also wanted to hear him out.”
“Well, I’m glad you did that. However, this is just crazy. Did he say anything to you?”
I shook my head.
“This woman sounds super desperate. It’s like she is grasping at straws. I mean…wow.”
I watched a little more and then looked at Lorelai. “She cheated on him with another Dominator. I can’t remember his name…” I said, looking at the TV again to see the same clip of him fighting. “Wait…” I said, squinting to read the guy’s jersey. “That’s him.”
“Novak?? She cheated on Dylan with that looser?” Lorelai asked.
I nodded. “That is what he said.”
“God, my brother hated him. As did pretty much every guy on the team. He was just so full of himself.”
We watched the clip again. I could clearly see Novak lean in and say something to Dylan, and that was when the fight began.
“I remember when that happened,” Lorelai said, watching the screen with me. “He’d just been traded to the new team about a week prior.”
Once again, the image flashed to Carlie and Dylan and their splitsville article and then to her statement about her current condition. She stood there speaking to a reporter, eyes full of tears as she broke down into fits of hysteria.
“So he said nothing to you about this? I mean, he must know about it now?” Lorelai asked.
“He said nothing to me at all,” I muttered. “Just turn it off.”
“Maybe he doesn’t know yet?” Lorelai said, doing as I asked and shutting the TV off.
“You know as well as I do they have watchdogs everywhere. I mean, had you of seen how quickly the guys handled the other night, you’d of been shocked. They had PR called, lawyers called, and were even proceeding with using the restraining order that Dylan had put in place before we left the parking lot.”
I knew Lorelai knew how fast they moved. Her brother had his share of bad publicity over the years, especially when he first came to the team.
“Well, if he knows, then why didn’t he mention anything to you?” Lorelai questioned.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe he doesn’t know, and besides, the games tonight.”
Just then the phone rang, and Lorelai grabbed it. I sat there looking at my phone on the table, wondering if he had messaged me and I’d just not seen it. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to look.
“It’s Candace. She got the invitations in for the wedding and wants to know if we can come by after exams to help her stuff envelopes,” Lorelai said.
I nodded. “Can you ask her something for me?” I whispered.
