Page 12 of Revenge Puck

“It’s a home game for the Bobcats.”

“And?”

“And not even the Warhawks owner gets a free seat.”

“Well, who can I talk to about purchasing tickets?”

“I’ll see what I can find out, but it’s the first game of the championships. If I can find any, you’ll probably have to pay for them out of pocket and they’ll be way overpriced.”

“Fine. I’ll pay whatever I have to pay for two seats as close as possible to the ice.”

“Okay, I’ll do my best.”

“Thanks, Jim.”

“Huh. I didn’t know you knew my name. You’ve never spoken to me before today.”

I hadn’t? “Oh, yeah? Well, sorry about that.”

“No problem, Mr. Lawrence.”

When he starts to walk away, I get another idea. “Hey, Jim? Do you have any extra jerseys?”

“Jerseys?”

“Yeah. With my name and number on them?”

“Oh. Yeah. In case yours gets ripped. Why?”

“Could you put it with the tickets you find?”

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to get any tickets…”

“Sure, you will,” I tell him because I have to see Elle Townsend’s sign. “Whatever price.”

Elle

“So? How did it go?” Audrey asks when I find her still waiting for me in the front lobby, munching on a giant slice of greasy pizza next to the fan shop.

I flip the screen of my phone around to show her rather than tell. The photo that just went up on my profile is worth more than a thousand words.

Her mouth falls open just before she tosses the rest of her pizza slice in the nearby trash can. “Oh my god! You did it, Elle! You actually did it!”

“He didn’t just let me take a photo either,” I tell her, still a little in shock. “He kissed me.”

“No way!”

“And I think some reporters that saw us in the players’ lot possibly got photos or videos of that, too.”

“Wow. That’s amazing!”

“Now I just need to find some supplies.”

“Supplies? Ohhh. Do you need a tampon? I think I have one,” she says before she starts digging through her purse.

“No, not those kinds of supplies. Art supplies. I have to make a sign.”

“A sign?”

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