Page 11 of Slap Shot Scandal
“Did you see the memo on housing that went out this afternoon?” Callum swirls the dark liquor round and round in his glass, tension etched on his face.
“You’re cute. You think I read memos?” Bennett leans back and gets comfy, stretching out beside Callum. Callum pushes his thigh away and Bennett grins.
“I figured you didn’t.” Callum shoots him a sideways glare. “I’m not even sure you can read, bro.”
“Hey. I can. I just choose not to bother. Because I have the two of you to keep me updated. What’d the memo say?”
“That housing will be limited. Short notice, smaller town and population, blah, blah, blah. Listed a few of the sites to check out. Management strongly encourages rental sharing,” Callum says.
“Damn. How small is this place?” Bennett downs the rest of his drink in one large gulp. Maybe reality’s finally sinking in.
“Small. Driftwood Cove’s an old Florida beach town. Some minor league team was going to move there a few years ago but then bailed last second. That’s the only reason they have a rink.” I learned that little tidbit during my afternoon research session, after I gave up on the idea of ditching my headache.
“Super.” Bennett slams his empty glass down on the coffee table, frown lines furrowing his brow.
“Not sure why Prince chose the place. Maybe he has some kind of business deal in the works, who knows? A pro hockey team could bring in a lot of money for the town. It makes sense on their end.” I scoop up the three empty glasses and pour us all a refill.
“So, are we rooming together again, boys? Like the good old days?” Bennett asks, his tone more lighthearted than I feel.
“Sure.” Callum puffs out his cheeks, blows out a breath.
I shrug, knowing I’m probably going to regret this decision. “I guess. But I want the biggest bedroom. Since I’m the captain. And you have to promise to keep thecommunal areas clean. No half-eaten, soggy cereal bowls left on the table or dirty socks strewn about.”
“Chill, bro.” Bennett holds up his palms, acting all innocent. “I would never.”
“Uh-huh.” I roll my eyes, remembering the last time I lived with Bennett back in college. It wasn’t pretty.
“And you—” Bennett points at me. “You have to promise to abide by the tried-and-true ribbon signal.”
Callum guffaws at this. “What makes you think you’re going to get any action in Florida?”
Bennett shoots Callum an affronted look, one brow raised. “Have you met me? Of course I’m scoring down there.”
I shake my head. “Women aren’t going to be throwing themselves at you, Puck Bunny.”
“Always underestimating me. I’m sure the ladies will be interested. Opens up a whole new dating pool for me.”
“Always the optimist, Puck Bunny.” Callum smacks his knee and Bennett grins.
“I try to stay positive.”
Buzz, buzz.
My cell vibrates on the kitchen island, and dread rolls through me as I stare at the phone.
After a long pause, I check my messages.
Unknown number: Hi, this is Harbor Hayes, the PR consultant.
Like I know more than one Harbor.
Unknown number: Mr. Prince requested a meeting tomorrow morning, just the three of us, to loop you into the plans
Super.Now I have to meet with Malibu Barbie and pretend to play nice in front of Prince.
Throb, throb, throb.
Head pounding and palms sweating, I tap out a response.
