Not that I have my own.
It’s when they break apart that I notice who it is. Duncan and Ava.
I have no idea how Ava got here when the facility is closed to anybody but players and staff, but obviously, she somehow managed to find her way in.
I haven’t seen Ava since she moved out the day after I found them having sex.
The last thing I want to do today is to deal with these two.
“Piper, it’s so good to see you!” Ava exclaims.
“I can’t say the same about you,” I mumble to myself.
"Piper, why can’t you be an adult about this?" Duncan chides me.
“You’re right. I can be. I’ve got work to do.”
“Laundry?” Ava asks, turning her nose up at me.
“Only helping out since the equipment guys are short-staffed.” I give her the most charming smile I can muster before turning to leave.
Except making a quick exit does me no good when I run into the wall and go toppling over the wobbly cart.
Covering myself in dirty towels.
Oh my God. I’ve never really paid attention to how bad hockey players smell. I mean, sure, I have to deal with this on a fairly daily basis, but I’ve never realized how bad it actually could get.
Could this situation be any more embarrassing?
Lying on the floor covered in dirty towels, I wish a sinkhole would open up and swallow me whole. It’d be betterthan the embarrassment washing over me as Duncan and Ava laugh.
“Do you need help?” Ava asks. She couldn’t be happier if she tried. I hate that my accident is causing her to be this elated.
As if she hasn’t been gloating since stealing my boyfriend. Not that I care that much if that’s how he was treating me.
I do my best to pop to my feet, dirty towels falling around me.
“God, you smell.” Duncan twists his nose up.
“Because of you!”
These two make me feel like a child. Like they’re humoring me by even talking to me. I wish they didn’t make me feel so small.
But I do. Not that I’m helping myself in this situation.
“C’mon, Dunc, we better let the towel girl get back to it,” Ava tells him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
Dunc?What a dumbass nickname.
“Not just the towel girl,” I say. “Only helping out where they need me.”
“No, she also has to touch everyone to help them get over their injuries.” Duncan says this like I’m hitting on every player in the locker room.
Which is so far from the truth, I want to punch him. He’s the one that hit on me. Told me how beautiful I was. How sexy. Never once complimenting me on anything else but how I looked.
I wish I could go back and smack some sense into myself.
“Ooh, maybe I should look at that job,” Ava says.
