“A midnight mocha with two extra vanilla pumps, three caramel syrup pumps, and your disgusting dark chocolate.”

I place the bougie Starbucks drink next to her laptop, and she beams at it.

“Ohhhh, my God.” She picks up the white cup lovingly and stares longingly at it. “We meet again, my love. How are you?”

I smile and roll my eyes, getting to my desk directly in front of hers. The office space is set up casually and open, with no walls, even though it can sometimes be distracting.

“Soooo…I heard about the game.”

I flick my attention up to Chloe, her beautiful wavy blonde hair draped over her shoulders. She was dressed to the nines like always, in a cute pink dress and a full face of makeup. “What do you mean?”

“The Blizzard game. Judson…Wells?”

No.

Is there a story pending already?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“What are you talking about?” I ask innocently before Chloe narrows her blue eyes at me.

“Girl…” She perks a knowing brow. “Don’t play with me…you’ve done this before. You and your hockey boyfriends?”

I pull my laptop out of my large bag and use it to keep her from seeing the guilt in my gaze. “I’m not doing anything.”

I glower at her.

“Oh, so you weren’t doing anything when you were doing…hmm…what was his name, again? The other hockey guy?”

“I know who he is.”

“Ah, yes, James, was it?”

Chloe smirks, knowing she has me cornered, and I don’t like it. “So, spill.”

“There’s nothing to spill.”

“You know this guy?”

“Briefly.”

“How?”

“My father coaches a hockey team, and I love hockey,” I deadpan with a shrug. I have nothing else to spill.”

“He’s from your father’s rival team. At least James was on your dad’s team.”

Okay, so she’s been doing her homework.

Which isn’t surprising because that’s what we do here.

"I saw the article. The dude plastered his phone number on the glass at the end of the game. Are you seriously going to pretend it's nothing?"

My heart races, and I grip the edge of my desk, trying to appear nonchalant.

“I am because it isn’t.”

“I’ve never seen a dude do that unless something else is happening.”