Page 45 of Puck Me Secretly

We arrived at the stadium and made the silent walk up to my office.

“Want a drink?”

“Yes.”

Without asking him what he wanted, I poured us both generous portions of scotch. He stood and studied the dark stadium.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened. From the beginning.” I handed him the drink.

Silence from him.

“I need you to tell me everything, so I can help you.”

“After I saw you in the gym, I met with the media team about the gag being lifted.”

“What happened?”

“It ran late. Katrina’s assistant left and it was only Katrina and myself.”

“How late?”

“Our meeting finished around 7 PM.”

“Then what happened?”

“In celebration, she wanted to buy me dinner.”

“And you agreed?”

“I thought it would be a burger in some pub. She said she would change, and she came out wearing a dress.”

“I saw that dress.” I paused. “That was a date dress.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I know.”

“But you went anyway.”

“I don’t know. I figured it was just dinner.”

“So, you were on a date.”

“No.”

“She sure seems to think different.”

He took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling. “Fine. It was an accidental date.”

I ignore the emotions churning in my gut. “Then what happened?”

“I offered to drive to the restaurant, but she wanted to take a cab.”

“Did you pick the restaurant?”

“She suggested it. She said she knew all the secret, great places to eat in Vancouver.”

“Then what?”

“We arrived at a restaurant and out of nowhere this reporter was in my face. Screaming shit at me. Taunting me.”

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