I looked up, trying to figure out what they were going on…
“Sasha Storm?”
Okay, now I was curious. I looked at Oliver, who stood next to me, a plate in his hand. He shrugged. Not wanting to butt in on their conversation, I waited to see if they would elaborate.
“What? Where?”
“There with the dog.”
I followed the guy’s hand as he pointed toward the patio with the tongs from the sausage buffet warmer.
The only person I saw was Alex. But there had to be another guy with a dog, right? There was no way…
“I always knew he’d be a silver fox. I wonder what he’s into… I mean, he has to be a Dom, right?”
A guy on the patio with a dog who was also a silver fox and had to be a Dom.
It had to be a coincidence, right?
Did Sasha Storm even have a service dog?
There was no way they were talking about Alex.
The guy I slept with last night.
“Man, can you imagine bending over for The Storm?”
I stepped out of line, wandering over to the corner of the kitchen, away from everyone. Sitting the plates down, I pulled out my phone and texted Shane.
Aiden
What is Sasha Storm’s name?
Morrison
Alexander Svartström
Why?
Oh God. This can’t be happening. Please tell me I didn’t sleep with my coach.
Morrison
Aiden. What’s wrong?
Are you okay?
Aiden
Does Sasha Storm have a service dog?
Morrison
Yes.
How do you not know this?
Your dad gave Sasha a service dog after Sasha took a puck to the head.
