“I can assure you, Liv, that they are not cliché for me. I want to see everything London has to offer.”
“Good.” She looks pleased with herself. “I can arrange a private tour guide, if you would like.”
“When are you free?”
“I didn’t say me,” she clarifies.
“What if I want it to be you though? You clearly know what you’re talking about.”
Leaning across the desk, Liv smiles at me. “You know who also knows what they’re talking about? Tour guides.”
“Touché.”
“I’ll put together something for you. You’ll enjoy it.”
“Okay.” Crinkling the wrapper of my sandwich, I toss it into the empty bag. “I guess I’ll take that. Think you could do something about the schedule so I can do it during the day?”
Liv laughs, and damn, if I don’t want to spend the rest of my day sitting here doing it again. “I’m afraid if that were the case, then you wouldn’t be a very good coach.”
“Thus negating the entire reason the Lightning brought me here.”
Wrapping up part of her sandwich, Liv tucks it away. “And seeing as how I like working for the Lightning, I wouldn’t mind seeing the team start to win.”
“I take it you’re a big hockey fan then?”
Liv shrugs a shoulder. “I enjoy hockey, but I wouldn’t say I’m a big fan.”
I throw a dramatic hand over my heart. “You wound me. Not a big fan? That shouldn’t be allowed when you work for a hockey team.”
“I said I enjoy it.” She points a finger in my face. “That’s allowed.”
“Okay. You enjoy hockey. What else do you enjoy?”
“Trying to learn more about me, Tag?” Liv quirks a brow at me.
“Sue me.”
“I like things neat and orderly, Tag. I play the piano, Ilike Jane Austen books and gin cocktails. What else would you like to know?”
She likes screaming my name, but I don’t say that.
“And you like Coronation chicken.”
“I do.” She smiles. “What about you? What do you like?”
“I like hockey?—”
“That’s a given,” she interrupts.
“Hockey,” I continue. “Trying new things, no matter where I am, and my preferred beverage is beer.”
“New things?” Liv asks. “Isn’t that vague?”
“I tried Coronation chicken. I liked that. I want to do and see things in London, no matter how cliché they might be.”
Liv rests her chin on her fist. “Say someone asked you to go skydiving, you’d do it?”
I nod. “Yes. Why not?”
