I place the phone to my ear just in time to catch the last bit of what she says.
“— with his big cowboy dick.” I blush down to my toes.
“Emalyn, what are you even talking about? You're making me regret ever telling you.” I shake my head. I don’t mean it. We tell each othereverything.
“Hey, I’m just telling you what Ronan said. And you know... ifRonansays it’s big then— “
“Ew!Brother, remember?” I cringe. “But are you finally admitting that you two are inevitable?”
“We aren’t. You already know why Alli.” She sighs sadly.
“I know. I just don’t think Ronan would feel the same...” I play with a loose string on the fabric of my pajama pants.
“Well, maybe Tate won’t either.” She shoots back. My chest pangs painfully. “Maybe he’ll be happy to give you a repeat performance, too.”
“It was the best I've ever had. How embarrassing is that? It was only like a minute.”
“Hey, things are looking up. Divorced from that shithead, orgasm from your sexy as sin neighbour. Who knows what else is on the docket? This could be the best year of your sexlife.” Emalyn says cheerfully, her mood doing a one eighty at the prospect of me finally getting laid. To be fair, the last stretch of my marriage was a rather dry spell.
“Yeah, well he hasn’t tried to make a move on me since. Am I supposed to initiate now?”
“I do some of the initiating when I'm looking for a sneaky link, but it’s okay if that’s not your style right now. You can let him come to you, you can go to him. that’s what casual is.”
“Maybe I enjoyed the whole thing a lot more than he did.”
“Don’t go there. No self-doubt allowed. He has been sniffing around you like a dog circling a bone. The man was down bad for you after a first glance.” Emalyn says pointedly.
I huff and puff as I jump to get the jeans up.
“I’m probably going with leggings today.”
“Hmm… I know what you could wear if you really wanna guarantee yourself some action tonight...” Emalyn singsongs suggestively.
I snort.
“Oh yeah? Do tell.” She tells me. I balk. “No way. I’m not doing that. I’m a professional”
“You sure are. Professionals wear the jersey. You always wear a Grady jersey.”
“Because Ronan is my brother. That’s different. I don’t want to seem like a puck bunny.”
My worst nightmare is being seen as a jersey chaser or something. I can already see the way the press would spin me dating my ex-husband’s teammate.
“Yes, but you have the perfect reason to wear it. Matty. Duh.” She says in a way that after fifteen years of friendship, I know she’s rolling her eyes. “I sent you something, by the way. It should be there soon.”
“Okay… What is it?”
“You’ll see.” She says, voice full of mischief. “Okay, I gotta go. The model just came back from the outfit change, so I’m needed again.”
“Okay, bye! Love you.”
“Love you! You better have a story to tell about the Hockey Daddy when I get back!”
“Emalyn!” I scold and hang up on her laughter.
The doorbell downstairs rings. A courier stands there with a package.
“Allison Campbell?” I accept it and sign for the package. It’s soft and inside feels like it could be…
