I miss my Nova Star
Nia
We miss you, too, Z
Go be the badass hockey player you are
We’ll get together soon
“I needed this tonight,” I say, flopping onto my sofa with a wine glass in hand.
Isla sits next to me, her bright pink hair pulled into a messy bun on top of her head. “I love girls’ nights.”
Bet smiles, repositioning her long blonde braid over her shoulder. “Icy, youlivefor girls’ nights.”
She grins and laughs. “Because I love my girls. And I’m not a chaotic, anxious disaster at the moment.”
“We told you you’d make the team,” I tell her.
“Anxiety doesn’t care about reality,” she shrugs, playing it off. Pretending it’s just a quirk and not something that has an impact on her everyday life. “We need to go out soon. The season is over, and the next one hasn’t started yet. Let’s go wild.”
Bet and I both chuckle. I’m pretty sure Isla had the highest sex drive of any girl on the Dragons, so we know exactly why she wants to go out.
“We’re going to the team pool party on Friday,” Bet says.
“God no,” Isla replies emphatically. “I amnotmixing business and pleasure. Plus, I’m willing to bet there isn’t meant to be any fraternizing within the team.”
“Probably not,” Bet says quickly with a tone I can’t quite place. “Best not to mix those.” Isla and I look at her curiously, but she waves us off. “Z actually got along with Cameron this morning.”
“Wow.” Isla looks genuinely shocked right now. “I didn’t know that was possible.”
I grumble. “We don’t have a choice now. We’re teammates and co-captains. Wehaveto get along, or the team is fucked before we even get started.”
“I’m sure he’ll be fucked before the team gets started,” Isla teases.
“Probably,” I shrug. “As long as his bedroom habits don’t affect the team, I don’t give a shit what he does.”
Isla sighs wistfully. “I bet he knows exactly how to get a girl off.”
I choke down a laugh. “Thought you weren’t mixing business and pleasure?”
“I’m not. But I’m also not gonna deny that the man looks like a tattooed God.”
“A God? Really?”
She waves me off. “You know what I’m saying.”
Bet looks at her mischievously. “How much wine have you had tonight, Icy?”
“Oh, shush.” She points right at Bet. “You both know I’m not wrong.”
Elisabet shrugs. “Cam’s not really my type.”
“Do you have a type, Bet?” I ask, eyebrow raised. Elisabet has always kept her love life to herself. We know she’s had some fun nights because she doesn’t lie when we ask. We just don’t know if that’s with some secret boyfriend or a random hookup.
“I don’t have a type,” she says softly. “I’m just… not really into Cameron. That’s all.”
Isla turns to me now. “Z is being quiet.”
