Page 73 of Broken Hearts
I put them on, with attitude, and she holds the door open for me.
“Then we’re going the wrong direction,” I mutter under my breath.
She laughs. “Come on, Rauthruss.”
We find the vending machine at the end of the long hallway.
“What are you feeling?”
“Don’t care.” I run my hands over her hips.
She feeds money into the machine and presses buttons. I’m not paying a lot of attention. Particularly when she leans over to retrieve her selections.
I follow her back to the room.
“Key?” She holds out her palm.
“Oh shit, I think I left it in there.”
Laughing, she drops to the floor and sits with her legs stretched out in front of her, ankles crossed. “Joining me?”
I take a seat beside her and she tosses a bag of chips in my direction. The noise from the party on the other side of the wall drifts out—laughter and loud voices.
“Your parents couldn’t make it?”
“No, but they’ll be in Kansas City for the Frozen Four. You could meet them if you come.” I bump my shoulder against hers.
“Really?”
I shrug. “If you want. You’re going, right?”
“Yeah, I want. That sounds nice. Ginny’s dad offered to drive us.”
“It won’t interfere with your practice?”
“No, I don’t think so, but I should check with Coach when I get back tomorrow. My last competition is the week after.”
“Where is it?”
“At Valley. It’s a small competition, just one other college, but it’ll be nice to compete one more time.”
“Yeah, I get that.”
“At least you’ll be able to skate every day after college. I don’t know what my life will be like without waking up early every day and going to the ice.”
“Have you found an apartment yet in Appleton?”
“No. I guess I should get on that or I’m going to be crashing with my parents.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket. “Speaking of my parents, that’s probably them.”
I dig it out of my pocket. Carrie’s name flashes on the screen. “Or not.”
“Still calling, huh?”
“First time in a few days actually. She probably wants to say congratulations.”
Sienna nods. “You can answer if you want.”
