Page 12 of Not the Puck Bunny

As long as she didn't let it get in the way of my career, then I'd shove it into the back of my mind and hope it stayed there.

Chapter Five

Andi

“For real?”Pia perched on a beanbag I was sure I didn't own this morning. Her face was pink with the effort of trying not to laugh.

“The guy who was an asshole to you the other night was Cam North?TheCam North? The Sea Dragons’ forward?”

“Apparently.” I opened a bottle of Chardonnay and poured us both a glass. “I had no idea who he was.”

“You had no idea who any of them were until I insisted you look them up last night.” She accepted the glass I handed her and took a sip. “If you told me what happened on Friday night, I would have insisted you point him out in the crowd.”

I shrugged and downed a large gulp. “And then you would have confronted him.”

“OfcourseI would have. No one messes with my sister and gets away with it.” She set her drink down on the table in front of her and placed her hands in her lap. “Even if that means confronting Cameron North in public.” She fanned herself with the tips of her fingers.

For some reason, that irritated me. Okay, he was attractive, with those dark eyes and biceps that looked like they were trying mercilessly to burst the seams of his T-shirt. But after the way he spoke to me, I wouldn't have offered him another… Drink anyway.

My clit might have sulked at that thought.

“What is his problem anyway?” I lowered myself onto the couch beside her and crossed my jean clad legs.

The moment I got home, I kicked off my heels and changed out of my skirt. I'd probably do some more work later, but I couldlooklike I was in relaxation mode. Admittedly, it wasn't a mode I was familiar with. Even if I wasn't working, my brain was always going. I'd be lucky to spend a night without dreaming about work.

Yeah, maybe I was the one with the problemhere, but I was happy to let the focus be on him instead. Anything to keep my sister from teasing me, and trying to get me to run away to a deserted island with her. Or whatever her latest scheme was.

It was always something. Like her relationships with men, she flitted from one to the other. Photography seemed to be the only thing that had any permanency in her existence. That and her relationship with me. She dealt with our parents when she had to, always with a smile, never letting them get to her.

“Apart from being so hot it's a miracle the ice doesn't melt under his skates?” Pia asked.

“Apart from that,” I said. “If he's such a big deal, why didn't you insist on me googling him last night?” That might have saved me looking like a stunned fish when I first saw him. She hadn't mentioned him. Not specifically anyway. Now I thought about it, I couldn't remember seeing anything about him apart from his name and stats.

“As far as I can tell, he has no social media accounts,” she said. “The only time he appears in photos online, he's at the back, scowling like he doesn't want to be included in a team photo. Some guys are like that. They don't want the world all upin their business. Ironically, his sister Alice is a social media manager.”

I understood why people didn't want to let social media into their lives. Guys like him were put under the microscope, every word they said analyzed for meaning and double meaning. I came under the same scrutiny from time to time. It was tedious, to say the least. Especially when people seemed more interested in my weight, than my accomplishments.

“He wasn't very friendly in person either,” I said. “I guess he assumed I was interested in advancing my social media influence by spending time with him.”

“My sister, the puck bunny.” Pia grinned.

I made a face at her. “Says the one who wanted to go to Shells in the first place. Did you know they'd be there?”

“I might have,” she admitted. “When you told me about Dad giving you the team—which is wild as hell, by the way—I thought it might be a good introduction. You could see them in their semi-native habitat. The ice being their native habitat.”

I couldn't argue with that assessment. At the end of the arena tour, I'd spent some time watching the guys train. They all flew around the ice like they were born with skates on their feet.

If I tried that, I'd fall on my fluffy ass. Nothing and no one was getting me into a pair of ice skates. I'd sooner wear a bikini and walk down Lowball Bay's main beach.

Honestly, that was a lot more appealing. I could own the fact I had perfect breasts.

“Why do I get the impression you're more in touch with the nightlife of Lowball Bay than I am?” I took another sip of wine. It helped take the edge off the stress of the day.

“Because you never go out,” she said. “Not unless I come down here and drag you out. I'm starting to think I should extend this visit to make sure you actually do some living for a change.”

“I fit lots of living into my day,” I protested. “I watered Laverne this morning.”

Pia laughed. She went on laughing until she tipped backwards, falling off the beanbag and onto the floor. Her wine went with her, splashing Chardonnay down the front of her sweater.

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