Andi’s eyes fill with tears, and she wraps me in a hug. “This is so fucking cool. You’re going to kill it.”
“Thanks. I feel bad that she’s hurt, but I’m really excited.Dimitri said if it goes well then another big role might be in my future.”
“Do Mom and Dad know?”
“Yep.” I nod. “I called them the minute I left his office. They’re going to come to the city for Christmas and see the show. I thought we could all spend it together here.”
“I love that idea.” She hugs me again, and we continue to move toward the long security line that’s formed outside the arena’s doors.
“Is this new boyfriend of yours going to join us for Christmas?”
“I’m not sure. I haven’t talked to him yet with the game being tonight. Mom was all over me about meeting him.”
“Well you’re his girlfriend, right? So, I’m sure he’ll be just as excited as we are.”
“Yeah,” I mutter, causing her to glance at me sharply.
“Shouldn’t he be able to get us in through a special entrance?” Andi asks, pushing herself up on her toes, trying to get a better view of how long the line actually is.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean he got us the tickets, and the other WAGS aren’t coming through the general admission doors.” Andi crosses her arms over her chest as we get into the security line behind two men wearing gold Crowns on their heads.
“It’s fine. We’re not exclusive, exclusive. I don’t think I’m technically considered a WAG yet. Plus I’m excited to sit with you close to the ice.” My heart rate starts to quicken as I attempt to explain myself, but the look on my sister’s face says everything I wish it didn’t.
“You’re not exclusive, exclusive? What the fuck does that even mean?”
I shrug. “I just meant we’re just seeing where things go. He just got out of a relationship, so we are taking it easy. We’re both in really busy seasons of our lives.”
She inhales deeply as we step forward. “Are you sure he’s only sleeping with you?”
My stomach sinks. “I mean, we’ve talked about it, and he said that he…well he said that I’m his special girl…”
“Oh, my god, Claire! His special girl? What the fuck doesthatmean?” She throws her hands into the air as she talks. “How many special girls does he have? Am I talking to Miss Tuesday?”
“Miss Tuesday?”
“I’m sorry, today is Monday. Are you Monday’s special girl? Should I call you Miss Monday? My mistake.”
“That’s not what he meant.”
“You don’t know that!” she says. “God, he has a reputation. Do you think Miss Friday and Miss Wednesday have dark hair too, or do you think they’re blonde?”
“You’re hilarious.”
“I mean no judgment if you want to fuck him, but he’s the Rats’ star player and has a reputation of being a total dick. Wasn’t he dating that model for a little while. Gah, what was her name? Monica or something?”
“He’s not really like that off the ice, and yes he was dating Monica Meyer, but they broke up.”
“Well he’s making you walk through the general admission line, so I’m not so sure he’s not a total asshole, but I’ve never met him.”
My stomach turns at her words.
“I don’t know,” I try. “I actually met one of the other players’ girlfriends the other night—Lily. She’s dating the goalie.”
“That’s promising, I guess.”
“What do you mean?”
