“Meanwhile, I’m trying to find one.”
“No luck with that boutique you tried calling?”
She shakes her head. “She already filled the position. I called a few other places, but if nothing pans out, I might be going all in on Charms by Chloe.”
“Is that what you’re calling it?” I sneak a quick peek at her, grinning.
“Is it too kitschy? I mean, I’ve been toying around with some ideas.”
Pulling out her notebook, she flips a few pages. Idea after idea is scrawled on the page. Some circled, others crossed out.
“I like Chloe’s Creations, but I don’t know. Charms by Chloe sounds better to me.”
“A certain charm if you will.” I wink at her.
“Well, I might already have a logo in mind too. I just need to find someone to help me design it.”
I wince, thinking about how much that is going to cost. “Can I ask you the question you might not want to hear?”
“How am I going to pay for it?”
I nod. “Sorry. I know it’s expensive to start your own business.”
She picks at a loose thread in a rip in her overalls. “I figure if I sell my engagement ring, that’ll help cover my costs for a few months. Maybe start designing and creating and selling everything online.”
“I think that’s a great idea. And you know…”
Chloe swats me on the arm. “I am not living with you to save money. If I get desperate, maybe.”
“I’ll see if Marcus’s wife or Bode’s girlfriend might have any contacts you could start selling with.”
“Doesn’t Marcus’s wife work at a school?”
“Yeah, but don’t moms love stuff like that? Charms for their kids’ birthdays? I know my mom always had one.”
“Not a bad idea.” The sound of her pen against the paper fills the cab of the truck. “You’ll have to send me their numbers. If they wouldn’t mind.”
“I don’t think they would,” I say.
“You sure? I know I’m not officially a part of the WAGS crew.”
“Maybe you can start a BFs crew.”
“Really?” She laughs. “Best friends crew?”
“What? It can be a thing.”
“Considering I’ll never be a WAG, that’s for sure.”
I keep my reaction to myself. “No WAG. Got it.”
“All men, for that matter right now. Never a hockey player again. After Duncan, I don’t want to take that chance.”
“Hey, we’re not all bad.”
“You’re different, Dax. You’re one of the kindest people on the planet. Your brother? Not so much. He always had excuses as to why we were partly exclusive.”
“Partly exclusive?” I question. That’s the first I’m hearing of this.
