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Charlotte caught her breath in her throat as it constricted but then relaxed when she quickly formulated her excuse, “I’d love to attend, but I’m back in the city this weekend. Thank you for thinking of me.”
She heard the voice chuckle on the other end of the line. “Well, you’re in luck, Miss. In case you haven’t been following the series, the Bobcats are playing in the city, right here at the Gardens. Can you be there tomorrow at 7?”
Shit.
Charlotte grappled for another excuse but fell short. “I’ll be there.”
“That’s wonderful. We’re looking forward to thanking you. We will leave a set of tickets for you at the gate.”
“Looking forward to it,” she said through her teeth.
She hung up her phone and leaned back in her chair, pressing her hands to her eyes. When the room came back into focus, she hauled herself up and slid back the heavy glass door. “Kate, do you have plans tomorrow night?”
“Um. Nothing important,” Charlotte heard the hesitation in her voice, but ignored it; even if Kate had plans, she would cancel them for her. She felt guilty but justified Kate’s sacrifices with her own. She had worked 24/7 for Veronica O’Hare. There were many nights she had to cancel dinner plans, or dates, to help her mentor. If Kate wanted to get anywhere in the business, she would have to pay her dues too.
“Great, you’re going to a hockey game with me.”
“A hockey game?” Kate raised her eyebrows above her trendy thick-rimmed glasses.
“Yes. Tomorrow at the Gardens. Meet me there at 6:30.”
“Sure, Charlotte. I’ll be there,” Kate said.
“Great,” Charlotte smiled back and shut the door. All she had to do was send Kate to accept whatever trinket the league was going to present her. The gardens were huge, and she was pretty sure she could avoid one person.
She sat down, clicked onto the listing system, and pulled up the sold listings for Sugar Peaks subdivision. She needed to put Chance Rapids in her rear-view mirror. Real estate in her hometown had been increasing in value and she could net a handsome profit by selling. She opened the listing documents and on the seller line, she typed Charlotte O’Hare, property address: 17 Sugar Peaks Way.
Chapter 24
WHAT IS NITRO COFFEE? Freddie asked as they walked by the third coffee shop in one block.
“Beats me,” Logan shrugged. Both men shivered in the perpetual wind tunnel that funneled down onto the frozen streets, “What was the address again?”
Freddie pulled out a piece of paper, “Seventy-two.”
“Here we are then.” The duo stopped in front of a cookie cutter condo building with an impressive glass lobby. They followed two men up the stairs. The strangers were wearing skinny jeans, plaid insulated jackets, and had manicured beards.
