But…fuck that stings.
And maybe I’m enough of a bastard to want her to look at me like she looks at Rain.
To wantmeover him.
And if I do this, if I help save the fucking Pioneer Museum in fucking Cedar Hollow maybe she will.
Dumb, huh?
The air’s sticky by the time I finish the argument with myself, and the entire water heater is likely depleted.
But I don’t set my phone aside and get under the lukewarm stream just yet.
I grit my teeth and…double down.
STORM: It’s to raise money for a museum in my hometown.They provide afterschool and summer programs for the kids here in Cedar Hollow and they’re struggling.I said I’d play, but I figure we’d bring in more money if a few of you assholes joined me.
There’s a long pause.
Alongass pause.
Long enough for me to tighten a screw on the vanity cabinet so the door is no longer at risk of falling off.
Then my phone starts buzzing again.
GRIFFIN: Is it just me or is that the most words I’ve ever heard this asshole say?
SHEP: Or type, technically.
GRIFFIN:You know what I mean.
SHEP: I do.So what gives, Storm?Last I heard, you were shitting on your hometown.Now you’re raising money for it?
“Christ,” I mutter.
STORM: Nothing gives.Do you want to do it or not?
Another fucking pause has me typing?—
STORM: If you don’t want to, I’ll ask some of the Sierra guys.
I won’t.There’s no fucking way I’m going there again.But the lie ought to get them focused on the rivalry instead of the shitshow that’s my life.
SHEP: Yeah, that’s not going to work, kid.Spill it.
“Asshole.”I glare at my phone for a second.
STORM: Fine.Then I’ll text Smitty.
Which, thankfully, lights a fire under their ass.
Or Ace’s, anyway.
ACE: Don’t you fucking dare.He’s already obsessed with Vi and her job.If he gets wind of a chance to hang out with her then we’ll never get rid of him.
Vi—or Violet Lamour owns Blue Line Matchmaking, a secret, not-so-secret matchmaking company that hooks up hockey players with the women in their lives.She’s hardworking, beautiful, smart, and has an excellent slapshot.
Like Poppy.