Page 148 of Securing the Pucking Rebound
“Girl, you have got it bad. Whatever happened to ‘I’m never dating a hockey player,’” she says, attempting to mimic my voice.
“Firstly, I do not sound like that. And secondly, I wasn’t meant to. Calvin snuck up on me.”
“I remember you turning him down that first night. He was well up for it.”
“I’m pretty sure you didn’t see anything but Rett that night. But of course I did. I didn’t want to be a bunny.”
“Isn’t stopping you now,” she teases.
“It’s different. This isn’t one night of pleasure we’ll forget about tomorrow. It’s…fuck. I think it could be something.”
She smiles softly at me.
“Calvin, he’s…he’s so different from everything I knew before.”
“You didn’t really know him before, though. Just like I didn’t know Everett. What everyone sees in the media isn’t really them. It’s a persona created to protect themselves and their real lives.”
“I know that. I’ve always known that. But seeing it hits differently.”
Bea nods, agreeing with me.
“He’s good for you,” she finally says after clicking around on the computer for a few minutes.
“You think?”
“Hell yeah. I’ve never seen you smile this much.”
“It’s the orgasms.”
“Amen to that,” she says with a laugh before her expression turns serious and she lowers the laptop screen, turning her full focus on me. “So, I’ve been thinking…”
“That sounds ominous,” I tease.
“The properties you showed me…I think we should go and see them.”
It takes a couple of seconds for my brain to change lanes.
“Really?” I ask, my heart lurching. When Bea didn’t say anything about my expansion proposal, I assumed she’d filed it in the “to deal with later” drawer. But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe she just needed a bit of time to process my suggestions.
“Yeah. Every day we’re getting more calls about appointments. At first, I thought it would slow down, but there’s no sign of that happening. I think it would be naive of me not to at least look into the option of expanding.”
“Oh my god,” I squeal in excitement.
“I’ve spoken to my accountant, and it’ll be a stretch, but Everett has offered to help to get things up and running. He thinks it’s the right thing to do, and—”
“Hockey players are never wrong?” I interrupt.
“Never tell him that.”
“Oh, hell no. I won’t be mentioning it to Calvin, either.”
“Good. We WAGs have to have some secrets.”
I shake my head. How the hell am I a hockey WAG?
What is this life?
My cell buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out, knowing exactly who it’ll be.
