Page 9 of Game Changer
But then Scott stood abruptly, and the smile was gone. “Well, I should get going.”
Kip wanted todie. He had just been flirting with Scott fuckingHunterand now Scott was going to leave forever because what thehell, Grady?
“Thanks again, Kip,” Scott said. He was kinder than Kip deserved.
But, when he got to the door, Scott stopped and turned. “Would you like to go to the game tonight?”
“What?”
“No one is using my tickets. I could give you two, so you can bring...someone...if you like.”
“Are you serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Kip gaped at the impossibly gorgeous celebrity filling the doorway of the shop, who was offering him a gift for no reason. “If you’re sure, I would love to go!”
“Iamsure, and I’m happy to hear that. Just give them your name at will call.”
“Okay. I’ll see you tonight, then,” Kip said,like an idiot.
Scott just smiled and left.
* * *
Kip should not have been at all surprised that Scott Hunter’s personal seats werephenomenal. Six rows from the ice, on the blue line facing the home bench. Just unreal.
“Shit,” Elena said. “I know Equinox has a box here, but these seats are way better.”
“I can’t believe we’re here. I can’t believe we’re usingScott Hunter’stickets!”
“It’s a weird date, though. You’re here with a woman, and he’s at work.”
“It’snota date.”
“I’m sure he gives tickets to every smoothie shop clerk.”
Kip had been trying not to think too much about why Scott had given him the tickets. “He’s just thanking me because he thinks I’m in some way responsible for his hot streak. Like I said, he’s nuts.”
“Nuts aboutyou, maybe.”
“Don’t be dumb.”
“Kip,” she said, placing her beer into her cup holder. “Youdoknow what you look like, right?”
“What do you—?”
“You’re hot, Grady. Extremely hot.”
“I’m...okay.”
“No, listen to me. You are ridiculously good-looking. Do you think I’m happy that you’re gay? I am not.”
Kip rolled his eyes. “As if. And besides—” he lowered his voice to a whisper, leaning in “—we don’t know that Hunter is...on my team.”
“Don’t we?”
“No! I mean... I get hints that maybe...”
