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I laugh, turning the attention of Kenzie and Evie in our direction.

“What are we talking about over here?” Evie asks with a grin. And there might be some relief there about a change of subject.

“Comparing Dani’s kisses,” Millie says, sounding like she’s never been more excited about anything in her life. The girl is only two years younger than me, but there’s a big difference in life experiences.

Thank goodness the limo stops then, because I don’t need this to get anymore awkward.

Walter lets us out right to the side of the arena. “Have a good evening, ladies.”

“Thank you, Walter. This is amazing.” I can’t help but smile as the four of us walk up to the doors of the arena. The person scanning tickets takes a moment to scan all four and we’re directed to the upper level.

“Maybe he’s not as well connected as we think,” Millie says.

Kenzie is positively shaking as we step onto the escalator. “No, he just knows people who can let us sit in a box.”

My eyes go wide and I see a sign on the wall that says suites and the numbers. “No way.” I told the guy not to pay for the tickets.

We enter suite one eighteen, but there’s no company or family name on the outside to signal we’re in the right place.

“Are you the friends of Miles?” a man asks, sitting on the small loveseat positioned next to the door.

I nod. “I’m Dani Higgins, his—” Thank goodness the man stops me because my brain goes almost blank.

“His fiancé. Yes.” He stands up and shakes my hand. “Welcome. I’m Spencer, and Jack is over there.” He points to a guy sitting in the chairs that face the ice.

Jack turns and I wave. “How are the stitches?” I ask.

He stands up and walks toward us. “They’re almost done healing. We’ll see what I look like after they’re out. Maybe everyone will start calling me Frankenstein.”

A hushed laughter comes from my roommates, and I take a step to the side so I can introduce them. “Jack and Spencer, these are my roommates, Kenzie, Evie, and Millie.”

Spencer and Jack nod at everyone. But it’s Jack who speaks for the crowd. “So, you made it to one of Trey’s playoff games. It’s supposed to be a good one.”

Kenzie pushes me and Evie to the side, eager to hear more about this. “You know Trey?”

“Of course. He’s one of our good friends. The Clark Group bought this suite once he signed with the Breeze.”

And that must be how Miles got away with not buying the tickets for us. I’m still not sure why though. There must be plenty of clients wanting to be wined and dined in a fancy suite during the NHL playoffs.

The room has the loveseat where Spencer was sitting, as well as a small chair and coffee table next to it. Along the far wall is a countertop holding a large bowl of ice, and below it is a small refrigerator with a selection of drinks.

On the other wall is a small closet for jackets and a buffet-like counter, where several silver domes are set up.

A large table sits in the middle of it all and continuing forward, it opens into the seats that face the ice, which is where Jack sat a few moments ago.

Kenzie’s body continues to vibrate with excitement and instead of talking like I thought she would, she takes several steps forward, dropping into one of the chairs to watch as the Zamboni drives around the ice.

“You’ll have to excuse our Cave Woman over there,” I say, pointing in Kenzie’s direction. “She’s one of the biggest fans of the Breeze I’ve ever met.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” Spencer says, smiling wide.

Some people from catering come, dropping off what looks to be barbecue pulled meats. I wave for the girls to fill their plates, hanging to the side and checking my phone for a message from Miles.

Nothing. Hopefully he’s okay.

“Worried about Miles?” Jack asks.

“Um, no, I just figured I’d check on some things for work.” The excuse sounds lame to my own ears, but I smile and tuck my phone away.

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