Page 34 of In His Skates

Ihead downstairs and try not to think about Leigh and her hard-on. It was bound to happen sooner rather than later. I hope she doesn’t feel bad about it for too long. It’s just physiology, after all. Nothing to be ashamed of. I do wonder if the cold shower will help. Sometimes, it doesn’t.

Since I have time to kill, I decide to learn more about Trina Tucker. Typing her name into Google yields myriad results. I click on the link for her latest interview, which was posted just ten minutes ago. Shit. It’s with Nick Howell, Leigh’s ex. I’m guessing Leigh doesn’t know Trina had him on her show.

I watch the video, and my dislike for the man is immediate. You can totally tell his charm is fake, and he spends all his time sucking up to Trina. I don’t know if the thirty-something, silver-haired lady with thick black-rimmed glasses is buying his act or not. When she asks him about Leigh, and he looks at the camera, he tries to convey remorse.

“Yeah, I really messed up with her, didn’t I?”

Trina leans forward, obviously eager to get the scoop. “Are you saying you regret your actions?”

“One hundred percent. If I could turn back time, I’d do things much differently.”

“Have you spoken to Leigh since the breakup?”

He shakes his head. “No. She won’t answer my calls. I guess she’s still angry with me.”

I snort. “You think?”

“It sounds like you want another chance,” Trina chimes in.

Douche-face nods. “I want nothing more, but I don’t think it’s in the cards.”

I cross my arms and grumble, “She’d better not give you a second chance, asshat.”

Trina smiles in a devious way. Hell, I don’t like the gleam in her eyes one bit. “Well… maybe fate will intervene.”

Gag me. I wonder if she will attempt to play matchmaker during today’s interview. I hope she does so I can tell her exactly what I think about that dirtbag.

Leigh’s phone rings, and I see it’s Bobbi. I bet he wants to talk about Nick’s interview. I shouldn’t answer, but I want to know what Bobbi thinks. “Hello?”

“Hey, I can’t believe you answered right away. Are you done playing with hockey boy?”

I tense. I’m not in the mood to listen to offensive remarks about myself. “No, but that’s not why you called me, is it?”

“Oh, so you’ve watched Nick’s interview with Trina Tucker?”

“Just did. What a tool. I don’t know what Le… I mean, I ever saw in him.”

“You already know this, but I’m fucking glad that butt sore showed his true colors. I always thought he was a loser.”

I’m glad that Bobbi hates Leigh’s ex too. That’s something we have in common. Yeah, I drank the Hateorade all right. “Agreed.”

“But hell, Leigh, you sure have a rotten taste in men. I can’t say Keanu is much better.”

My jaw drops. And here I was warming up to Bobbi. “Hey! Keanu is amazing, okay?”

“Oh my God. You seriously didn’t just say that. Are you under hypnosis or something?”

“No, and can we not talk about Keanu for a second and focus on my interview with Trina Tucker?”

“Gladly. That’s why I called.”

“It’s a trap, right? The interview today. I’m being set up.”

“You got that vibe too, huh? I’m pleased that your new boy toy hasn’t done away with your intelligence.”

I snort. I’m nobody’s boy toy.

“Why would Trina Tucker try to help that jerkface?” I ask. “What’s in it for her?”