Page 68 of Broken Hearts
I hit the video button. I need to see her.
“I’m a mess,” she says when her face fills the screen. She isn’t. Her green eyes are highlighted with more makeup than usual. Dark lashes and a fuck-hot red mouth.
“I haven’t changed yet. I was too tired.”
“You look beautiful. How’d your long program go?”
“Good. Really good. My best score of the season. It moved me into second, but there are still two more senior skaters.”
“Wow. That’s amazing. Congrats. What are you doing now?”
“Hanging in the hallway trying to rest. Josie’s with me. She’s going to get us food across the street.” She tilts the screen and her friend waves.
“Hey, Josie.”
“Turkey, no cheese, light mayo?” she asks Sienna.
“And chips. Oooh, and a cookie.”
I can no longer see Josie, but I hear her laugh. “All right. Back in a few.”
When she leaves, Sienna brings the phone closer to her face.
“You could go with her and call me later. I know it’s crazy there. Here too. We just got to the hotel. The bus is leaving for the arena in thirty minutes.”
“No, I offered to go with her. She wanted to be alone. She’s pissed at herself for falling on a jump today.”
“That sucks.”
She hums. “It happens. I hope we’re back to Valley before your game starts. Signal on the way here was crappy.”
“Oh, that reminds me, Dakota wanted me to invite you to their apartment to watch with them. If you’re back in time.”
“That was nice.” She stretches her slim neck. “I’m probably going to crash as soon as the game is over though. Better to be in my bed when that happens.”
“Are you okay?” The niggling worry is back.
“Yeah, I’m just tired. I never sleep well in hotels. I can’t wait to crash in my own bed.”
“I can sleep anywhere.”
She smiles. “Oh, I’ve heard.”
A chuckle shakes my chest. Two minutes ago I wouldn’t have thought I was capable of laughing. All day I’ve been worrying about her, but here I am smiling and feeling calmer. That’s just what it’s like with Sienna. She makes bad days better. She makes everything better.
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Sienna
Itake Rhett with me to the locker room so I can grab my bag. It looks like we’re going to take third overall and I am going to take second in the senior division. Not a bad way to hang up my skates. Metaphorically, of course. We still have the Valley Classic, but it’s more of a showcase with just one other university. This is the last competitive show of the season and I’m happy with what I’ve accomplished.
“Did you watch it?” I ask. I sent him a video that Josie took of my short program yesterday.
“About a hundred times,” he says, lighting up my insides. “Did someone take video for me today?”
“Yes. I’ll send it to you.”
He grins so big like I’m sending him nudes. His gaze drops. “Can’t wait. Green today, huh? I like it.”
