Page 56 of Playing Her Game

“Still none.”

“How many actual relationships have you been in?”

“Also, none.”

She throws her head back in laughter. “Can you really say you’ve never cheated if you haven’t had a girlfriend?”

“Two things can be true, and not connected.”

Her phone spews off again.

“Jesus, fancy. Are you raising chickens in there?”

The second she opens the chat, another message comes through.

“What's the Hen House?” I ask.

“The group chat.”

“Of course it is; I should have known.”

She gives me a look and starts scrolling, her smile growing with every message. Brooklyn's playing Vegas tonight, so all the women are home watching their men from a distance, apparently with plenty to say about it.

She reads aloud as she catches up.

Sofie:

Is anyone else's man trying to single-handedly win this game?

“Fucking Kilovac,” I grumble, and she elbows me.

Noelle:

That's generally the objective, Sofie.

Sofie:

There is no I in team!

Claudia:

I think mine has forgotten there are four other people on the ice with him, he’s supposed to stay in the goal.

Hildy:

Mine has forgotten there are rules.

Nalani:

Mine has forgotten I'm watching and can see every stupid thing he does.

Anna laughs, resting her cheek against my shoulder.

Sofie:

At least we can all agree that our men may not make good choices, outside of choosing us, but they sure are nice to look at.

Noelle: