Mateo Boone.
I wasn’t sure what kind of luck I had running into that man twice in two days. Out of all the people in the world, it had to be him. The star quarterback of my father’s team.
My fingers tingled at my sides, as if remembering the feel of his when I grabbed my lipstick from him. It was just a simple touch, barely a graze of skin, but I swore it sent a shockwave up my arm.
The man was hot, there was no denying that. Even that cocky little smirk he had on his face made my stomach flip. But nothing wasevergoing to happen there.
I wasn’t dating an athlete, let alone one that was coached by my father. Athletes were nothing but trouble, and one look at Mateo screamed that very sentiment. Plus, men werenoton my radar. I had skating to focus on, and the last thing I needed was someboycoming in and disrupting that.
So regardless of how hot Mateo Boone was, I had no plans of seeing him again. I shoved away all thoughts about the sandy-haired quarterback and continued the tour of the facility with my father.
“So, how did it go?”Erin asked from her perch on the couch as I shut our apartment door behind me. “Did you survive?” Her eyes were glued to her laptop as I snorted
“Nope. I came home as a ghost.” I placed my keys in the miniature dish we had by the door. Putting my bag on the floor to pick up later, I headed for the couch.
“Cool. Does that mean we can haunt our enemies now?”
I flopped onto the dark gray cushions next to her, my body sinking into the comfort. For a couch that only cost three hundred bucks, it sure felt like sitting on a cloud.
“Since when do we have enemies?” I tilted my head to the side to look at her. Her curly hair was piled into a messy bun on her head, a few curls refusing to be pulled back. Blue light glasses were perched on her nose, the light from her screen reflecting in them.
“Since always. Remember Diana from high school and how she spread the rumor we were lesbians together? Or Keira, the girl who tried to trip you on the ice while you were warming up for the Olympics?Enemies.”
“Maybe we should have become lesbians,” I mused. “I do agree with Keira as our enemy. Could be fun to haunt her ass.”
Erin pulled her eyes off her laptop and looked at me. “Hm, you still look the same for being a ghost.”
“Maybe that’s how they do it now.” I shrugged.
“Hmm,” Erin hummed. I could practically see the clogs turning in her head. Leaving her to her moment, I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I knew better than to interrupt her when she got an idea in her head.
From the moment Erin turned fifteen, she knew she wanted to be a writer. When we met, she already had three notebooks filled with stories, constantly writing away in class or on the bleachers when she would come to the ice rink to hang out.
Even when we were out and about, if an idea sparked, she’d pull her phone out and write it in her notes. Right after she graduated college, I convinced her to look into getting a book deal. By convinced, I mean she chased me around our old apartment screaming while I submitted her manuscript to agents.
It was well worth the giant bruise on my leg I got when she tackled me. Erin technically owed me, because if it wasn’t for me, she wouldn’t have gotten a six-figure book deal for a five-book series.
“I think I need to add a ghost to this series,” Erin said after a moment.
“Would it be a hot ghost?”
She scoffed. “Obviously.”
“Good. Make me his love interest.”
“Will do.” Erin was quiet for a moment. “So, I take it meeting your dad went okay?”
I heaved a sigh. “It was fine. He took me on a tour of the facility and introduced me to some people. Even said he wants to come to my competition next month.”
“Oh, wow. Think he’ll actually show this time?”
My eyes were still closed as I shrugged. “Who knows. I’m not holding out hope that he will.”
“Maybe he’ll surprise you.”
“Maybe.” I hesitated, thinking if I should tell her who I ran into. From her reaction yesterday, she’d probably freak out. “Guess who I stumbled into while I was there.”
“Who?”
