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“That’s me!” He grins. When she turns her attention to Colby, Bruce looks at me and waggles his eyebrows.
“And you are…”
“Colby, ma’am. At your service!”
“Colby…” She scratches her chin and taps her foot, her toe nails are painted hot pink with white daisies. “Why does that sound so familiar?”
“Hockey,” Noah whispers.
Andie’s eyes widen and her head snaps toward Noah, then to me. “Are these your teammates??”
“Wow. You catch on quick,” I jab.
Andie smacks a palm against her forehead. “You guys must think I’ve been living under a rock.”
Bruce and Colby snicker, but Remy looks unconvinced that anyone could really be this clueless.
“So you really don’t know anything about hockey?” Colby asks.
“Zilch,” she answers, not even having to think about it.
Remy’s eyes squint and I can tell an idea is brewing inside that quiet head of his. “How about a little game of trivia? Just to confirm your lack of hockey knowledge.”
Andie crosses her arms and widens her stance. “Game on. What are the stakes?”
“For every answer you get correct, I’ll put a dollar in the sassy jar,” Remy explains. I’m not sure if he doesn’t believe her, or if he’s just playing around.
When you’re in our position, it’s difficult to trust people.
Colby slaps his knee. “I’m in! I’ll throw a dollar in for every correct answer too.”
“Me too!” Bruce says with a smile.
Andie grimaces and looks at her brother. “Noah, I apologize in advance for how disappointed you’re about to be with me.”
I smile and shake my head. Remy finishes screwing a bolt into the top of the rack and takes a step back. “Question one. It’s easy. Who’s the all time top goal scorer in the NHL?”
Andie stares blankly back at him, it’s obvious she has no clue. I stifle a laugh.
Colby tries to help her out and offers a clue, “It rhymes with lame pretzky.”
“Umm.” She bites her bottom lip. “Blane Letzky?”
Bruce, Colby, Noah and Remy all groan in unison. I can't stop the laugh that thunders out of me, drawing everyone’s attention. My teammates, Andie, and even Noah gape at me like I’m a unicorn or something.
“How is me laughing crazier than Andie not knowing who Wayne Gretzky is?” I ask no one in particular.
Bruce closes his eyes and starts massaging his temples. “There’s too much weird stuff happening right now, my brain can’t comprehend.”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Andie teases. “How was I supposed to know who this Wayne guy is?”
“Everyone knows who Wayne Gretzky is,” Noah tells her.
She throws her hands up in the air dramatically. Remy and Bruce grab another iron beam for the squat rack and start attaching it to the sides. Remy looks deep in thought, probably trying to think of a question that might be easier for her. Colby still looks like he’s in shock, as does Bruce.
Finally, Remy speaks again, “Okay, question two. In hockey, what’s an announcer referring to when he says biscuit?”
Andie’s shoulders slump. “Biscuit?” She repeats it like it’s from a language she’s never heard. “Is it like… the team dog… or a mascot?”
