Page 4 of Revenge Puck

“Oh, Elle. You will find someone better than that jerk. Right now, it may not feel like your broken heart will heal, but it will. And you know the best way to start the healing process?”

“Pretend like I’m moving on?”

“Yes! Pretending to move on is almost as good as the real thing.”

“Right. Sure.”

Getting to her feet, Audrey claps her hands together. “Now, how can we get to that woolly mammoth of a man to make this happen?”

“How do I get face time with a professional hockey player on the rival team for the finals? No freaking clue.”

Biting her lip, Audrey paces in front of the salon windows. “Tomorrow is the first game of the series, right?”

“Yes.”

“And it’s here in town?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And you’ve been to the arena a few times with Christian, right?”

“Yes, I’ve met him in the arena’s player parking lot after the games. He got me tickets like twice.”

“Then you have the perfect in. Nobody who works there needs to know you two broke up.”

“I don’t know if any employees at the security gate will remember me. But if I could get a ticket, I could pretend like I’m lost…”

“Then you could get into the lot and possibly run into the woolly mammoth?”

“That’s a long shot,” I say, dubiously.

“One you’re willing to take, though, right?”

“How will I get a ticket the day before the first game of the freaking championship series?”

“We must know a client who has tickets. It’s the only decent professional sport in this town.”

“True. But who would be willing to give up a ticket to the first game of the finals? One ticket is probably going for a thousand dollars online.” I spin the chair around slowly.

“Then we call in every favor and see what we can do.”

“Okay,” I agree. “But first, I have to go get tested for every disease under the sun.”

“You always used protection, right?”

“Yes, of course we did. Except…you know, for oral?”

“Ah, right. Hard for me to forget, since I’ve been in the back more than once while you were out here on your knees.”

“Sorry,” I tell her with a wince. “The chair was always turned around so nobody could see in the window.”

Audrey waves her hand through the air. “Eh, it’s fine. I enjoy living vicariously through you. Too bad Christian was a player on and off the ice.”

“Yeah, it’s too bad,” I agree.

“Well, forget that jerk. You go get your tests, and I’ll start making some calls.”

“Great, thank you.” I hop out of the chair to give my best friend and partner a hug, grateful I have her for support.

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