Page 35 of Not the Puck Bunny

“I can,” I argued. I looked at Nate and Blake to back me up.

Nate was too busy trying to hold back a laugh, and Blake was grinning like an idiot.

“Fine,” I said darkly. “I'm not always spontaneous. But this was spontaneous. One minute we were having a conversation about Clio?—"

The laughter faded.

“You told her about Clio?” Blake asked. “What did she say?” His brow was corrugated in sympathy, his tone careful, not wanting to overstep the line.

In the past, I made it clear I didn't want to talk about Clio, but I'd invited the topic into the locker room, and I couldn't back away from it now. Fortunately, it didn't evoke the same pain as it used to.

“What do you think she said?” I rubbed a hand over the back of my head.

“She thought you were a dumbass for falling for that bitch?” Zack offered from the other side of the locker room.

He was right, but I flipped him off. I was a dumbass where she was concerned. I wasn't going to admit that to him.

I lowered my voice and said, “Andi felt bad for me.”

“And then you kissed her?” Nate asked.

“I got caught up in the moment.” I pushed my foot into one of my skates. “We were stuck at the top of a rollercoaster, having a deep and meaningful conversation. I acted without thinking. It won't happen again.”

“Sounds romantic,” Blake said. “Did you ask them to stop the rollercoaster right there?”

I stared at him. “Of course not.”

“Do you think she asked for the rollercoaster to be stopped?” Flynn rested his hands on his thighs.He looked like a father wanting the honest truth from his errant child.

“No,” I said, immediate and firm. “She had no idea we were going on the rollercoaster until we did. Neither did I. It was?—"

“Spontaneous,” all three of them said at the same time.

“Exactly,” I said. “I saw her sitting there by herself, clearly needing a friend. I decided to be that friend, if she'd let me.”

“Seems to me like she wasn't the only one who needed a friend,” Flynn said.

“Sounds like more than friendship to me,” Nate said. “If you ask me, I'd say Cam has a crush.”

“Lucky no one asked you,” I retorted.

“Of course they did.” He grinned. “They didn't say the words, but the intention was there. Right, Blake?”

“I didn't ask, but I came to the same conclusion,” Blake said. “Cam definitely has a thing for the boss. Personally, I think they'd be cute together.”

“I agree.” Nate nodded. “I vote that Cam should go for it.” He raised his hand.

“I vote that too.” Blake raised his own hand. “What do you think, Flynn?”

“I think you should stop talking about me like I'mnot here,” I said. “It might surprise you to learn that none of you have a vote in my love life.”

Nate and Blake shared looks of mock shock, mouth open, eyes wide.

“Can you believe that?” Nate asked. “We don't get a vote?”

Blake shook his head and raised his finger. “You're going to have to give me a minute to get my head around this.” He screwed his eyes shut for a few moments, then nodded slowly. “Okay, I tried, but I can't. I vote that we get a vote in Cam's love life.”

Zack walked past on his skates, heading out to the rink for training. He stopped beside us and gave us all a long look, like we were lab specimens gone wrong. Germs in a petri dish that should be thrown in a hot dishwasher as quickly as possible. And only handled while wearing thick, long gloves.

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