Page 17 of Blindside Love

“You’ll do it? You promise?”

“Pinky promise. Now what is it?”

“I want you to give this guy a shot. I don’t mean to date him. I just mean, get to know him. Be friendly, neighborly, hell, I don’t know. Just see what happens. You’re different when you talk about him, happier, and I like seeing you this way.”

“But—”

“Nope. Pinky promise.”

“Ugh.”

Knock, knock.

I look at Natalie, confused at who could be knocking at my door. She just smirks, though, immediately running over to the door to see who it is. Stepping back from the door, she shakes her head as she laughs.

“Interesting. It’s almost like he knew we were talking about him. Or he was thinking about you. Either way, lover boy is here.”

“Fuck, Natalie, you’re joking, right?” I ask, but she shakes her head no. “What do I do?”

“Well, step one is opening the door. Step two is to use your words.”

“Oh, fuck off,” I tell her as I open the door.

“Hi,” I say meekly.

“Hey, kitten,” Trevor says, his face bright, his tone cheerful; I can’t help but return his smile.

“What’s up?” I ask, noticing an envelope in his hand. “Is that mail for me?”

“Not mail, but it is why I’m here. So… I, uh… have two hockey tickets that I usually have family sitting in. I wanted to see if you wanted to come to the game tomorrow. Addy can come too if you’d like.”

A hockey game? Why is he giving me tickets to a hockey game?

“A game? Who’s playing?” I ask as Trevor starts to laugh.

“The New York Cyclones.”

“Oh! Are you a season ticket holder?” I ask, knowing Tom used to love when we got to use his family’s season tickets. They were always such great seats.

“Yeah, something like that. So, would you like the tickets?”

“Yes, she would,” Natalie answers for me, jumping out from behind the door. “Hi, Trevor, it’s nice to see you again.”

“Likewise, Natalie.” Trevor smiles before turning back to me and passing me the envelope. “Here, this is all you need. I’ll text you the details and let you know where we’ll be afterward if you guys want to come out with everyone.”

“Thank you. It’ll be a nice little escape before Addy comes home on Sunday.”

“Of course. You ladies have a good rest of your day,” Trevor says before walking away with a smirk.

Natalie looks me dead in the eye as I shut the door before turning back to her phone as she starts typing furiously. “What did you say his name was?” she asks, her eyes never leaving her phone.

“Trevor, why?”

“What’s his last name?”

“I don’t know.”

“Never mind, I don’t need it. Found him.”

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