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“Ooh. Are we talking about love? Romance? I’m convinced Jett has been looking at engagement rings.” Emerson wiggles her fingers as she helps herself to another nacho.
Heidi replies, “We’re talking about Robo.”
Around a mouthful, she says, “He’s love candy on legs.”
At this rate, we’ll need to keep a physician in-house. I nearly choke again. “What does that mean?”
“That’s what the puck bunnies at table six were calling him.”
“If that were true, I’d know.” I glance toward his table, but he’s gone. Not even a goodbye. Such a classic Roboveitchek move.
“I was table six’s server and they only left me a five-dollar tip on a sixty-dollar tab, but spared no expense giggling over Robo.”
“Ouch. But this is why I should be working right now and for the last hour.”
“No. They would’ve left you less.”
“How do you figure that?”
“Gelousy with a capital G.”
“That’s not how you spell jealousy.”
“Girl jealousy.”
“I cannot fathom why they’d be jealous of a woman with frizzy hair and ketchup on her shirt.”
“Those legs, Leah. Those legs.” Emerson stuffs another nacho in her mouth.
My legs make up roughly seventy-five percent of my body. I’m literally the tallest person in my family—I even eclipse my dad at five feet ten. I tower over my grandmother, though that’s not hard to do. It practically takes me an entire day to shave.
“Speaking of Love Candy on Legs … are you going to finish telling me what happened with Hunter and Hudson?” Heidi asks.
“I was best friends with Hunter. We kind of grew up together. Played street hockey until the porch lights came on and Mami would call us home for dinner. I was one of the boys.”
Emerson squawks a laugh. “The girl with a pink pen with pink ink for her customer checks was a tomboy?”
But I like girly things too. Not so much back then. Then one day I realized that I was a girl.
Hudson did not. However, Hunter did. Or so I thought. Hoped?
“Love Candy on Legs is available and you are looking for your great hockey romance,” Emerson points out.
“Just not with him.”
“But one of the other guys?”
“They’re mostly married.”
“Badaszek has some new players this season.”
“And they’re all younger than me.”
“You checked the roster?”
I shrug nonchalantly. “Of course I did.”
“Please, pretty please give Robo figure skating lessons?” Heidi begs.
