Page 56 of Her Goal
“But what about the other brother? The one who plays for the Knights now? Who came into the Fish Bowl last week?” Emerson asks.
“Her fiancé,” Whit says unhelpfully.
I shrug. “I thought of him as rude, snobby, arrogant ...” And I’m his secret adversary.
“What did he do?”
“My parents would invite him to family barbecues and stuff. I always believed he declined because he thought he was too good for us. But he recently told me Hunter told him not to come.”
“I saw you two at the anniversary party. You looked mighty cozy,” Cara says.
“I thought you were on my team.”
“Looks like our girl Leah found her great hockey romance,” Ella adds.
I will, just not with him, but I’m afraid to expose the truth. My loyalty is to my family first. The joke Hudson made about this being a pickle is true. I giggle.
Gracie does too. “I know that sound. You’re thinking about him.”
“No, I’m thinking about dill.”
“The cooking herb?” Delaney asks.
Emerson waggles her eyebrows. “So tell us more about Love Candy on Legs.”
My cheeks turn pink.
“They look so good together, right?” Jess declares it as an irrefutable statement of fact.
The others agree.
“I’m afraid I’m not his type,” I admit mostly because this whole thing is arranged and not a love story like my parents, even though they’re the culprits behind the nonsense I’m living out in real time.
Heidi winks. “What do you mean? I saw the way he looked at you when we were at the Fish Bowl not long ago.”
“He usually dates petite women.”
She is immediately on her phone, scrolling social media. “I can verify or debunk this.”
“My hair isn’t sure whether it wants to be straight or curly,” I say as if this would be a legitimate reason not to date someone.
“But you have so much of it.”
Margo smiles. “The blonde looks great, but you also make a beautiful brunette.”
“People pay a lot of money for hair like yours,” Jess says.
“I’m taller than roughly seventy-five percent of women.”
“We all wish we were as tall as you.”
“You do realize that Liam constantly teases me about my stature.” Jess’s smile suggests her affection for the guy despite this.
“But he loves you.”
“Robo loves you.”
They cut off my squawking laughter with examples as if that were somehow true.
