“Is everything okay between us?”
Or they could talk about what happened yesterday.
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
Robbie regarded Finn seriously; not even the cocker-spaniel head tilt could distract from the earnestness of his gaze. “Because yesterday I got kinky without asking first and today you seem a bit… distracted?”
Finn should have realized that Robbie would want to talk about it. That he’d be so forthright. But he hadn’t. At least, he hadn’t thought that Robbie would want to talk about it here and now. He glanced at the door, but it remained shut.
“We can’t talk about it here.” Despite the shut door, it would be a bad idea to think they were safe, especially with people like Chad and Producer Paul in the building.
“Okay,” Robbie said, voice and face frustratingly neutral. “But we are going to talk about it, right?”
Finn swallowed. Good Lord did he want to talk about it. First and foremost on his mind being,When can we do it again?But that was a talk for later. “Yes. Definitely.”
“And we’re okay?” Robbie asked again.
“Yeah, we’re good.” Finn ducked his head and fiddled with his tablet. He felt like a kid with his first crush. “Just, uh, really needed to compartmentalize today. You know?”
The silence held on so long that Finn glanced up and found Robbie watching him with dark, predatory eyes. Finn gulped.
“Finding it hard not to think about yesterday?”
“Well,” Finn joked, heart hammering, “now that I know how good you are at manhandling, it’s…hardnot to think impure thoughts when you’re pulling me around the ice.”
“Jesus, Finn,” Robbie groaned. “You sure we can’t talk here?”
Finn almost wavered, but he knew better than to assume privacy. And Robbie should too. When you were in the public eye to any degree, the walls always had ears. “Definitely not. Chad waslookingat us today and is just enough of a dick to try to get dirt on us to get us thrown off the show.”
Robbie groaned and flopped back in his chair. “He totally would, wouldn’t he?” Then, still slumped and staring upward, he drummed his fingers on armrests and squinted at the standard industrial ceiling tiles. “I can just picture him sneaking around in sunglasses, hiding behind bushes and newspapers, trying to watch us rehearse.”
Finn snorted. “Not a lot of bushes in the arena stands or the gym, Zeiger.”
Robbie lifted his head to grin at Finn. “Exactly. Chad’s an idiot.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
“Why would you want to?”
“Point.” Chuckling, Finn unlocked his tablet and pulled up the list of songs Stef had sent him. “But enough brain cells wasted on Chad. Let’s talk music.”
Chapter Nine
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Transcript fromseason 7 episode 3 ofDANCE YOUR ICE OFF
VOICEOVER
ROBBIE ZEIGER’s fan club includes some familiar faces.
ROBBIE
I get a text after every episode. The team started doing watch parties, apparently.
Cut to picture of several Beaversplayers sitting in a living room and mugging for the camera.
ROBBIE
