Page 1 of Playing the Pucking Game
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“You owe me,” I slur, throwing my arms around my best friend.
I’ve barely had a chance to speak to her tonight; if she hasn’t been attached to her hot hockey playing boyfriend’s hip, then she’s been chasing around after his sassy little girl, Sutton.
It lights me up inside, seeing my best friend so happy. Seeing her smiling like she is now.
But it also exposes just how fucking lonely I am.
“Why do I owe you?” Casey asks.
“We made a bet, remember?”
Her brows pinch.
“Uh…did we?”
“Yep. At the beginning of the season, I said something like, ‘I bet that by the end of the season, you’ll have fucked Kodie again.’ Well, Missy. It’s New Year’s, the season is far from over, and you have just moved in with him. You owe me.”
Casey quirks a brow, her smile growing as she thinks about her man.
Ugh, there’s that happiness again.
It’s a good thing I love her so much.
“That doesn’t constitute as a bet, and it certainly doesn’t mean I owe you anything.”
I narrow my eyes at her.
“Why aren’t you as drunk as me? If you were, you’d agree.”
She shakes her head. “What is it you want for winning?”
I blow out a long breath as I think.
“I don’t know.”
“Okay, so the point of bringing it up was…”
“Proving a point that I was right, I guess.”
“Well, congratulations, Miss Donnelly. You were right. Now, have you figured out who you’re going to be kissing in…” Casey checks the time. “Six minutes?”
I groan.
“This room is full of hockey players.”
“So? It’s New Year’s. It’s all about new starts, remember?”
Excitement stirs in my stomach as I think about what the next year holds for me already.
Casey wasn’t the only one to have her dream come true this year.
By some miracle, I’ve managed to achieve mine, too.
In three days, I am officially starting my new position as the LA Vipers’ newest—and obviously hottest—athletic trainer.
