Riggs points his stick at Remy’s row. “Yup. You’ve been making lover-boy eyes at Remy. God, it is going to be so fucking fun when Ivan collects.”
I roll my eyes, to get them off my back. Don’t need anyone in my business, even my friends. “Fuck off.”
“And you didn’t deny it,” Riggs says. “I bet you loved going to the spa day.”
How does he know about that? I shoot him awhat the helllook? “That was today. So no, I didn’t go. Also, how do you know all this shit? Are you stalking me?”
He scoffs. “I watch her sister’s show. It’s pretty inspiring, if you must know. And we’re all going to be watching the live stream tomorrow at Corbin’s home.”
The wedding’s being streamed now? “Are you kidding me?”
Corbin laughs, tossing his head back. “We’ve even got snacks ready.”
“We’ll probably place bets on whenyourwedding will be,” Riggs adds.
Maybe someday, I won’t mind telling these guys what Remy means to me. But first I need to figure out how to tell her. I turn away from them, putting my glower on, zeroing on the game like Coach told us to do. When it’s time for another shift, I hop over the boards, so fast, ready to attack the ice.
I push all thoughts of Remy, the wedding, and my teammates out of my head.
And I do what I do best. Put my heart and soul into the one thing that never lets me down.
The game.
By the time the last second ticks off the scoreboard, we’ve got a W.
As we skate toward the tunnel, I try, I swear I try—not to look at Remy. Don’t want to give my teammates any more ammunition.
But she came to my game.
On her own.
Fuck it.
I spin around, peel away from the pack, and fly the other way across the ice, right to her.
She’s on the other side of the glass, of course. But when I reach her, I yank off my helmet.
“Hey!” I shout over the noise.
“Hi,” she says right back.
“I’ll drive you home,” I say.
She nods. “See you soon.”
Then I lean closer, like I could kiss her through the glass. No doubt someone’s taking pictures. No doubt the cameras are on us. But I don’t care.
She blows me a kiss.
I give her one right back, wishing the glass weren’t between us.
Soon, it won’t be.
* * *
I get showered and dressed at Mach speed, texting Remy that I’ll meet her at the players’ entrance to spend the night with her.
Can’t waitis her reply.
