He turns his attention back to Ava, missing the sarcasm dripping from my voice. I storm out of his place and head for the elevator.
This was not how I expected my night to go.
Dinner and maybe fooling around with Duncan, sure.
Walking in on him and my friend?
So much for surprising my boyfriend. I guess I was the one in for a surprise.
Chapter One
CASH - ONE MONTH LATER
“How do you feel about today’s loss, Cash? Does it sting?”
I blink. Blink again.
Who the fuck does this reporter think he is?
Of course losing to Dallas fucking stings. They’re the worst team in the league, and we let what should have been an easy win slip through our fingers.
We lost. How does this guy think I’m supposed to be feeling? Ecstatic?
Fucking reporters. I hate these questions.
“Cash?”
“Well, it doesn’t feel good.”
“Do you think you getting into fights on the ice and giving Dallas two power play goals contributed to the loss?”
“Well,” I start, “if the refs would have called the penalties against them since they were at fault, then maybe it wouldn’t have made a difference.”
It’s not my fault the refs have their heads up their ass and can’t see a penalty when it hits them in the face. TheDallas guy hit me with a high stick first. I had to return it, didn’t I?
“And how will you bounce back against Tampa?”
“Play better,” I deadpan.
Seriously. What does he think I’m going to say? We’re just going to lie down and take the loss and keep losing?
“And how do you plan on doing that?”
This guy is a good head shorter than I am. He has an air about him that he is a know-it-all of everything hockey. It makes me dislike him even more.
He probably did a quick Google search on what hockey is and then called it a day before getting this job. It shouldn’t bother me as much as it does, but I can’t help it.
Idiotic questions bring out the best in me like that.
He shoves the mic farther into my face.
Don’t punch this guy, Cash. Stay calm.
“We’re going to roll over and just give away the rest of the season.”
“What?” He stares at me like I’ve grown a second head. I’ve thrown him off his game of asking each question he usually asks after the game. Not the PC answer he was expecting.
“What do you think we’re going to do? It’s one loss. It’s not the end of the fucking world.”
