14
Gigi
“I’ll see you at the rink,” Beau said, giving me one last kiss on the balcony before he turned around and walked down the steps. Once he was at the bottom, he twisted back and gave me a devilish grin that melted my heart.
And my panties.
I let out a sigh as I watched him swagger to his apartment.
He’d found a pair of his shorts that I’d somehow missed packing, but no shirt.
Beau Moreau looked good in anything.
But low-slung shorts and no shirt had to take the cake.
I spun around on my heel and made my way back inside. I still needed to shower and get ready for the day.
While I was in the kitchen, a knock sounded at the door.
It hadn’t been more than a few minutes since Beau had left. Maybe he’d forgotten something? I set down the veggies and wiped my hands as I hurried to the door. “Did you forget…” I started to say as I opened the door, expecting to see Beau there.
Instead, it was Sienna.
A very dressed up, sunglass wearing, ticked off looking, Sienna.
“Umm, hi?” I said, gazing around her to see if the boys were with her.
They weren’t.
“We need to talk,” she announced as she dramatically removed her shades and tossed her hair.
“We do?” I asked, tilting my head to the side as I thought about all the reasons we didn’t need to chat.
She jutted her leg out and set her hand on her hip. “Are you going to invite me in?”
Despite the fact all kinds of warning bells and whistles sounded in my head, I moved over and let her inside my apartment.
Trey still had the puppies with him, so I didn’t have to worry about them jumping up on her expensive skirt. Who dressed like this before seven o’clock in the morning, I did not know.
I shut the door behind her while she looked around. “How—quaint,” she said with a sneer on her face. Yeah, I knew all about mean girls like Sienna.
The backhanded compliments.
The power digging claws.
“Thank you,” I said, making like I took her words as a positive instead of the crappy, backstabbing statement she undoubtably meant. “Our team lucked out.”
She frowned at me, then raised her eyebrows. “I’d hate to see where else you’ve had to stay.”
I nodded and smiled. “You really would. We’ve definitely slept in some murdery motels that were not for the faint of heart.”
Her face fell, and I could almost see the wheels turning in her head. Likely wondering why I chose to do what I do if I had to stay in anything less than a five-star hotel.
She certainly wasn’t the only one who’d looked at me like that. A lot of people didn’t understand the sacrifices we made for this sport.
And that was fine with me.
They didn’t have to.