“It’d at least tell me something about you.”
“No.”
“Fine, then something else. Because right now, I don’t see how this is going to work.”
Cash shakes his head, finishing his beer. “Then we’ll figure something else out.”
“What, that’s it?”
Cash nods. “Yup.”
“You’re right. I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Fine,” he bites out. “I don’t need you.”
“Good.”
“Great.”
I drop a twenty on the table and grab my purse. “Find another princess.”
Cash Williams might just be the biggest dick on the planet.
That is a fact I’m sure of. And nothing can convince me otherwise.
Chapter Five
CASH
Iwas a dick. I know I was. But the more I thought about Cassie’s plan, the more I hated it. How in the hell is dating someone going to change the fact that the press hates me?
It’s nothing against Piper. I’m sure she’s a nice girl—maybe with questionable taste given she dated Duncan.
Changing the weights, I start another set of reps. I need to work out the chaos in my brain before I hit the ice. It’s an optional skate day. But with how I felt yesterday, I can’t have another day like that.
My play hasn’t been suffering. If it weren’t for Puck, hockey would be all I have in life. It’s the only thing I focus on. Is it a sad existence? Maybe.
Cassie might have a point, but I’m not going to tell her that.
I finish my set of reps, relishing the burn in my legs.
“Going to be a better day at practice?” Troy comes up to me, wiping his face off with a towel.
“I hope.”
“You need to get out of your head.”
“Believe me, I’m trying.”
“Anything I can help with?” Troy grabs two water bottles and tosses me one.
“Do my postgame interviews for me?”
“Nah. They want to hear from our best defenseman.”
“Don’t let the other guys hear you say that.”
Troy shakes his head. “Just have a few go-to things to say. Don’t stray from that. Works for me.”
