Eva crouched down. “Like this?”
“Do you really crouch?” Zoe asks. “Your legs will get tired so fast like that.”
My phone vibrated.
I’m not alone right now. Team stuff. Locker room is empty. If you’re going to the arena to take pics just toss it into my spot. Nobody will see, know or care.
I rolled my eyes.
Sometimes Maverick could be so cocky.
But as long as he was with the team, I definitely could sneak into the locker room and drop off his lucky shirt.
“Stupid lucky shirt,” I said.
I turned and Zoe was on her knees with two hands in front of Eva as though Eva was a man with a very large…
“You use two hands?” Eva asked.
“You don’t?” Zoe asked. “No wonder you’re single. You think you can’t get a man because you’re a horror writer. It’s because you’re using one hand. What do you do with the other hand? Don’t tell me you write…”
“Sometimes,” Eva said.
“Will you two stop this?” I asked. “I have to go the arena now.”
“Oh, you’re fancy,” Zoe said.
“I have to sneak into the locker room.”
“Will players be there?” Eva asked. “Will they be naked? Can I come? Apparently, I’ve only been with guys with small dicks. Do hockey players have big dicks?”
“Maverick does,” I said without thinking.
Zoe started to clap for me.
I cringed. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m leaving.”
I grabbed Maverick’s lucky shirt and bolted out of my apartment.
I hadto rush back into my apartment to get my camera.
That way I had a decent excuse as to why I was at the arena if anyone were to see me.
Then began my covert operation.
I got to the arena and used my credentials to get inside.
As I walked the quiet hallways, I felt my heart racing a little bit more with each passing second.
Clutching my camera bag tight.
Maverick’s lucky shirt tucked inside of it.
Zoe and Eva were right.
This level ofcommitmentfrom me to a man was unheard of.
A stupid shirt? Really?