“Alice and I got married.”
There’s a beat of silence, and I feel like I can hear my heartbeat in the emptiness of the arena.
Until Cash bursts out laughing. “You mean you two actually went through with it? Holy shit. I didn’t think you had the balls to do it.”
“Maybe if you hadn’t been egging me on,” I fire back.
“Do you even remember what happened?” Cash cocks an eyebrow at me. “Because you and Alice were pretty wasted.”
“Because of you.” I flip him off. “I honestly thought you’d be the one getting hitched in Vegas by Elvis.”
That causes more glee to spread across Cash’s face. “Elvis did it? That makes it even better.”
“I’m regretting telling you anything now.”
“Sorry.” Cash tries to stop laughing, but the smirk on his face tells me it’s a losing battle. “I’ll be cool.”
“Fat chance of that happening.”
“Dick.”
“Ass.”
“Honestly?” Cash starts, looking at me with a serious face. “I thought if anyone would do it, it’d be me and Piper, but I’m already planning our engagement.”
“I guess only one of us could make a stupid decision in Vegas.”
“Do you regret it?” he asks.
But before I can answer, the gate slams shut and we both turn to follow the sound.
“Hey guys.” Troy skates out onto the ice, a smile firmly affixed on his face. “I thought I’d be the only one here today.”
“Eh, figured it couldn’t hurt to be on the ice for a bit.”
“In other words, we were bored,” Cash finishes.
“Yeah, same.” Troy grabs one of the pucks and sends it over to me. “Did you hear what happened with Duncan?”
“What did that fucker do now?” Cash growls. If there’s anyone that hates him, it’s Cash. Seeing as how his girlfriend used to date him, it’s warranted.
“Apparently he was caught at a party with multiple women, some of whom were married to other players in the league, and generally being a dick.”
“Are you serious?” I groan. “Why is he such an asshole?”
“Do you want the long answer?” Cash asks. “Or how he just has a general lack of disrespect toward most people.”
“I think you nailed it in one,” Troy says.
“Is anything going to happen to him?” I ask.
“Nick didn’t know. But according to Bex, the league is going to look at its player code of conduct.”
“Really?” Ice slides down my stomach. Code of conduct? What if what happened in Vegas gets splashed across the sports headlines like Duncan’s indiscretions? We were drunk. I don’t want any drunken videos surfacing that could jeopardize my position with the team or Alice’s future with Enchanted Petals.
“I don’t know how he’s still playing,” Cash mutters. “He’s a dick and his actions affect everyone. Not just him.”
Troy nods. “Which is why the league is likely going to start coming down on teams for the behavior of its players.”
