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“You could say that,” I mumble.

“Go on then,” Savvy encourages.

“Keller,” I mutter under my breath.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t⁠—”

“Did you just say Keller?” Lessy practically shouts.

“Maybe.” My face is on fire.

“Wait, wait, wait…” Savvy says. “You, Sienna Wentworth, are dating Calvin Keller, aka: Killer, the Vipers D-man, number ninety-one?”

I just smile at her.

“Oh my god. This is huge,” Savvy cries

“Bea and Rett. You and Killer. Please tell me there are two others for Sav and me?” Lessy asks, making us all laugh. “Seriously, though, that man is H-O-T. No wonder you’re all spaced out thinking about him.”

“Are his bedroom skills as good as they say?”

Embarrassment rushes through me. If any one of them had been in the position with Calvin that I have, they’d have jumped his bones and ridden him all the way to pound town.

I, however, am yet to climb on.

“He certainly knows what he’s doing.”

Lessy starts fanning herself with one of the leaflets as Savvy’s next client makes herself known.

“Well, all I can say is I’m officially jealous. Been a few years since I met one who knows what he’s doing.”

We all burst out laughing.

Barbara, or Babs, as she insists we call her, has been a client here since we opened. She sadly lost her husband of twenty-five years, but she hasn’t been shy about trying to find the butterflies with a new man. She also happily regales us with tales from her awful dates. I think my most memorable one was the guy she met up with who kept asking her questions about her feet. I shudder every time I think about it.

“You,” Savvy says, pointing directly at me as she walks away. “I want all the details later.”

I reluctantly nod in agreement, although I won’t be sharing as much as Babs usually does.

Lessy can’t get any more questions in; her client also arrives, leaving just Bea and me alone.

“Did you have fun last night?” she asks as she hops onto the stool and wakes up the iPad.

“It was incredible.”

“Pretty sure you didn’t stop smiling the whole time.”

“How would you know? You were over on the other side.”

She chuckles. “I could see you just fine. And I’m not the only one,” she says before turning the screen toward me.

I blink in shock as she scrolls down to a photo of me and Calvin in the tunnel last night. He’s pinned to my side with his arm around my waist, and instead of watching the game, he’s gazing at me.

“W-what’s that?”

“A bunny site. I know, I shouldn’t look. But some of their bullshit is funny as hell.”

I look away, unwilling to see anything bad they might have to say about me. “What does it say?”