Page 47 of Wildcat
“Your age, cute, nice, not a jock. He’s exactly the kind of guy you said you were looking for.” The smug smile on her face makes me narrow my gaze at her.
“Yes, yes. I know what I said.”
“It wouldn’t have anything to do with a charming hockey player who brings you coffee every day, would it?”
I stare down at the strip lit up below me. “I hate you.”
She laughs, a big, belly laugh that makes me smile despite myself.
Eventually, I climb into bed and flip through the channels on the TV. My eyes are finally starting to droop when my phone pings on the nightstand.
I grab it and freeze at the name on the screen.Leo Lohan.
I smile, then pull my mouth into a thin line. No, I’m not getting excited that the man figured out how to work his phone.
That lasts until I click on the text and read his words.Trying out this texting thing. Am I doing it right?
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GAME ON
LEO
Ash dropsonto his bed in our hotel room with a groan. He lifts the phone. “I’m going to request a wake-up call. Two hours good?”
We had a light skate this morning, and most of the guys will nap or relax in their rooms until we go back to the arena for tonight’s game.
“No nap for me today. I need to finish an assignment for class and take a test.” I grab my laptop and phone. “Enjoy, sleeping beauty.”
In the lobby downstairs, I sit in a big, pleather armchair. Tyler is coming out of the hotel’s restaurant with a to-go box.
“Hey,” I say as he takes a seat across from me. “Heading upstairs to rest before the game?”
“No.” He flips the lid and pulls out a club sandwich. “I don’t nap, and Maverick is talking to his wife in our room. What about you?”
“I have an assignment and test due tomorrow.”
He nods as he bites into his sandwich.
I’m reading over my notes, but I’m struggling to concentrate. I look up at Tyler. “Why is coming up with something to text a girl harder than financial modeling? I could ace this test, but I have no idea what to say to her.”
“Coach Miller’s daughter?” There’s a slight smirk on his lips.
“You heard, huh?” Despite her being somewhere in this hotel, I haven’t seen her since we got here last night.
“I’m a rookie, but I’m not stupid.” His grin pulls wider. “You’re still talking to her then?”
“Sort of.”
“Damn. I owe Jack fifty bucks. I thought for sure you’d stay as far away as possible once you found out who she was.”
Yeah, that would be the sane thing to do, but Scarlett makes all rational thought leave my brain.
He holds out his box to offer me a chip. “Whysort of?”
I shake off the food. “I’m texting her, but I think she might still have me blocked.”
Either that or she’s getting them and making me sweat it out as punishment for not texting her sooner. I tell him how I promised to call after the first time we hung out and then let a week go by.
