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“Fuck yeah!” the others roared, jumping to their feet.

They clinked glasses loudly and chugged their wine, then broke into the team’s signature “rebel yell” chant before dissolving into raucous laughter.

Chapter Thirty

MEADOW

“The denver rebels have one of the most physically imposing top lines in the league. That’s not hyperbole, folks. Those guys are huge! Duchene, Holden and Brassard stand at six-four while Sandström is six-five. That’s why they’re called the Four Horsemen of Hockey. Seriously! When those big bodies come out attacking the net and playing their hard-charging style of hockey, they’re pretty unstoppable. I mean, there’s a reason they’re all nominated for NHL awards. I think it’s safe to say that the Dallas Stars are gonna have their hands full throughout this series.”

“That’s right, baby! They don’t want no smoke!” Scarlett’s hooting and hollering made everyone laugh as she danced in front of the gigantic flatscreen television that dominated one wall.

Just hours before the game, Meadow and the girls had gathered at Reid’s house for a tailgate party. Gamenetic employees had been given a half day off in celebration of the first day of playoffs. Nadia and Jess—who worked at the same community college—got off early on Fridays. Bianca had snuck out of work at three and headed over to join the festivities. Ana came, too.

Everyone was lounging around the huge media room, drinking cocktails and noshing on delicious finger foods while pregame hoopla blared from the television. An hour from now they would be picked up in the limo that Reid had arranged to take them to the arena. They were meeting Nadia and Scarlett’s families there. Scarlett was singing the national anthem and her band was performing during the first intermission.

A deep sigh came from Jess, who lay stretched out on an overstuffed leather recliner with her feet up. She took a leisurely sip of her vodka cranberry and waved her glass in Scarlett’s direction. “Are you sure we can’t sit in that nice cushy suite with your family?”

Scarlett snorted. “You can sit wherever you want. I’m sitting where Viggo can see me screaming my head off every time he scores.”

Nadia grinned. “Reid prefers having me in the stands as well. So I’m sticking with Scarlett.”

“Same.” Meadow chuckled. “My boss invited me to join him and the management team in their suite. When I told him that Logan wanted me closer, he grinned ecstatically and said, ‘Gotta give the man what he wants!’”

Everyone laughed.

“You should totally take advantage of your boss being such a fanboy,” Jess said half seriously. “I mean, let’s say you don’t feel like going to work one day. You could just call up your boss and say ‘I won’t be coming in today. I need to stay home and ride Logan’s dick to help him unwind before the next game.’ Your boss would be like ‘Atta girl! That’s the spirit!’”

Raucous laughter roared across the room.

Meadow grimaced. “I wish I could say that would never happen—”

“Which part?” Jess teased. “You playing hooky to ride Logan’s dick? Or your boss cosigning it?”

The others howled with bawdy laughter. Meadow just shook her head.

Ana bit into a teriyaki beef skewer. “Since I don’t have a man on the team, I’ll be sitting with Luke and the rest of the family.”

Bianca sighed. “I’m so torn. On one hand, watching the game from a cushy suite is hella tempting. On the other hand, sitting with the girls is so much fun. Scarlett is a riot. Plus I like being close enough to watch sweat drip off the players’ faces.” She leered. “Only the hot ones, of course.”

As the others laughed, Meadow threw Bianca a teasing grin. “Does Nelson know you’re perving on the players?”

She grinned deviously. “Nelson sits in the press box. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

More laughter broke out.

Jess sipped her cocktail and sighed. “I thought about accepting Jenna’s invitation to sit with the other WAGs, but some of those chicks are downright mean.”

“I noticed that in Vegas,” Bianca said grimly. “They hardly talked to us during our spa appointment.”

“Screw ’em,” Scarlett said dismissively. “We’re not going anywhere, so they’re just gonna have to get used to seeing us around.”

“Damn right,” Jess said with a flip of her hair. “I’m not begging for anyone’s friendship or acceptance. But I do hope they’ll at least try to be nicer at Nadia’s— Hey!” she yelped in surprise when Scarlett threw a balled-up napkin at her head.

Scarlett gave her a pointed glare, silently reminding her that Nadia’s bridal shower in June was supposed to be a surprise.

Jess clapped her hand over her mouth, dismayed at her near slip-up.

Fortunately Nadia was bent over her phone and not paying attention to the conversation. “Jenna wants us to take a selfie in our jackets so she can put it on Instagram.”

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