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“What? An actual hearse?”
“Yeah.”
Leo was feeling really sleepy again. “Could you get girls to climb into the back of a hearse with you?”
“You’d be surprised.”
He fell asleep mid chuckle.
TEN
SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 7TH
22 DAYS BEFORE THE NHL TRADE DEADLINE
TOP TEAM HEADLINES:
“Brooklyn Bruiser Bruised by Coach? Tuxedos and Trouble at Benefit for Brooklyn Arts”
—Pucker Up Blog
“Do you have your cell phone charger?” Becca prompted.
“Got it.” Georgia zipped her carry-on bag shut. The car she’d hired was waiting downstairs.
“I’m not even going to ask if your gym stuff is in there. I know you wouldn’t forget that. But how about your round brush? This road trip is no time for flat hair.”
Honestly, a burka sounded like a better choice. Georgia would just as soon go into permanent hiding after last night’s fiasco. She was surprised there wasn’t a message on her phone telling her not to bother to show up at the airport this morning. Georgia peeked at her messages one more time. Nothing from the GM. Everything in her inbox was from news sources asking for a statement about last night’s rumored scuffle between a player and the new coach.
It was going to be another long week.
Becca loomed over her in her bathrobe. While Georgia always traveled with the team, her roommate usually stayed behind to man the office. “Do you have condoms?”
Georgia looked up quickly. “God, why?”
“Duh!” Becca grinned. “Don’t you want to see where that kiss could lead?”
“It led to a punch in the face! God, I don’t even know if hisjaw is broken.”
That last bit came out in an anguished squeak, and Becca’s face softened. “He’ll be okay, honey. If it was that bad you would have heard already. You could call him, you know.”
Now there was a terrifying idea.Hi, Leo. That was the only truly good kiss I’ve had in six years. Was there any permanent damage on your end?
Georgia shook her head. “I’m the last person he wants to talk to right now. And unless he’s decided to sue my father and quit the team, somehow we have to travel on the same jet for six straight days.”
“And five straight nights,” Becca said, waggling her eyebrows.
“I love you, but you’re crazy,” Georgia said, checking her bag one more time and then standing up.
Becca threw her arms around her. “I love you, too, Georgia. And I don’t think you say those words very often.”
Surprised at this uncharacteristic emotional moment, Georgia put her arms around Becca and gave her a squeeze. Becca was right, too. She didn’t ask people to dance and she never told anyone she loved them. And damn that Leo Trevi for showing up and making her notice all the ways she’d changed since high school. “You’re going to DVR our shows, right?”
“Of course.” Becca released her.
“And if I need you to return some calls to the press today...”
“I’ll do it. Just forward the e-mails and tell me what to say. Now let’s go. Your car is outside.”
