I looked at her—and I wanted to tell her.
To talk to her about—everything.
But, I also felt like I’d be betraying Trey at the same time.
So, I didn’t say anything. I went back to the clothes rack.
“Lexi?”
I peered over at her. “Mm hmm?”
“Is there something going on that I should know about?”
I opened my mouth—but nothing came out.
Man.
I was stuck.
“I see,” she said and dumped the clothes from her arm onto the chair behind her. “Let’s go grab a coffee. I have a feeling I’m going to need it.”
“Your team is doing fantastic,”Marianne said to me when we sat down at our little table.
I took a sip of my smoothie, then said, “We are. It’s been crazy.” And that was downplaying it.
“They can thank you for that,” Marianne said over the top of her coffee.
“Nah, I’ve played with Jillian and Gigi since we were kids. You get the three of us up there, and it’s almost like instinct.”
I loved playing with those two. I swear we could skate blindfolded and still pass to each other.
“You Canadians are always so humble. I’ve been watching your stats for years now.”
This wasn’t the first time Marianne had referenced something like that.
The night at Marcel and Angelique’s, she’d also said she knew all about me.
“It’s too bad the men aren’t having a better season. They can’t seem to get their shit together, though.”
She was also correct on that account.
The men were doing really sucky.
“They miss Trey out there. He and Beau play so well together. Beau’s floundering around out there without him. It’s tough to watch sometimes,” I said, then decided to shut up and drink.
“My son likes to play. He keeps telling me he’ll be back on the ice in a week—but that week never seems to come.”
I bit into my bottom lip.
Mostly to stop myself from talking.
“Lexi.”
“Yeah?”
“What’s going on?”
Trey wasn’t dressing for the games. And he hadn’t traveled with the team since the accident.