Page 156 of Sin Bin

“My band manager, Cara, says that YouTube reached out to her. They want me and Viggo to do a relationship vlog.”

“Really?” Jess perked up excitedly. “That would be awesome!”

“No, it wouldn’t,” Scarlett grumbled. “We don’t have enough privacy as it is. Doing YouTube videos would make things a hundred times worse.”

“But you could get millions of subscribers and make a shit ton of money,” Jess argued.

“Jess is right,” Bianca chimed in. “You could be even more popular than Jamie and Nikki on YouTube. I love those two.”

“So do I,” Jess gushed. “They’re amazing!”

“Aren’t they? Nikki’s absolutely gorgeous, and their daughters are too adorable.” Bianca smiled cajolingly at Scarlett. “You should really give this some thought. I mean, you and Viggo are already an ‘It’ couple. Everything you do—together or separately—goes viral. The video of you singing the Swedish national anthem at his grandfather’s hospital bedside is still racking up views on YouTube—”

“So is their proposal video from the cathedral. The view count has almost caught up to Reid and Nadia’s proposal video.” Jess sighed. “Both were epically romantic.”

Nadia and Scarlett made playfully affectionate faces at each other.

Bianca was in marketing mode. “Your popularity is only going to skyrocket once your GQ spread comes out in June. Why not capitalize on that? People would love to see how you and Viggo balance the demands of hockey and rock stardom. There’s no doubt in my mind that your relationship vlog would be a huge hit.”

“Hard pass,” Scarlett said flatly, her thumbs flying across her phone keypad as she responded to her manager. “I really appreciate our fans, but I have zero interest in inviting the public into our personal lives, and thankfully Viggo would never go for it.”

Bianca and Jess sighed. “Oh well, it was worth a shot.”

Meadow secretly agreed with Scarlett’s hardline stance. The thought of opening herself up to the scrutiny of millions of complete strangers was absolutely horrifying.

Bianca grinned at Scarlett. “Have you found out whether Cara and Traeger are sleeping together?” she asked, referring to the band’s bass player.

“Oh, they’re totally boning,” Jess said unequivocally. “The way they were eye-fucking each other at the band’s wrap party, there’s no way in hell they aren’t sleeping together.”

Scarlett chuckled, tucking her phone away. “Cara insists there’s nothing going on between them. Unless and until I catch them in the act, all we can do is speculate.”

“Don’t worry,” Jess said with a scheming grin. “I’ll be keeping a close eye on them at your wedding. Since we’ll be at a castle, they might think they can sneak off together without being noticed. Little do they know!”

Everyone cracked up laughing. Jess was such a busybody.

“Ooh! Look at the boys!” she said excitedly, pointing to the JumboTron.

Everyone followed her gaze to the giant screen, which showed the Rebels waiting at the end of the visitor’s tunnel to take the ice. Logan, Reid and Viggo were doing some sort of beast mode dance, rocking rhythmically from side to side while their teammates whooped and cheered them on.

As a crescendo of lusty feminine screams swept across the arena, Meadow broke into a delighted grin. It was good to see Logan enjoying some lighthearted fun on his birthday. She hoped it was a sign of things to come.

When the fellas stopped dancing, their teammates laughed and pounded them playfully on the back before the screen switched back to the home team’s tunnel.

“Oh my God,” Jess squealed, tightly crossing her legs. “I think I just creamed in my panties!”

“Girl, me too!” Bianca confessed.

Laughter erupted from several people seated around them.

Suddenly the arena lights went down, and the crowd went wild with cheers and applause. A video began playing on the JumboTron as a woman’s voice theatrically narrated the Golden Knights’ journey through the season. In true Vegas fashion, the dramatic pregame ceremony featured dueling swordsmen, pyrotechnics and a neon-lit drumline. It ended with the Rebels swordsman being vanquished on the ice before the Golden Knights erupted from their tunnel.

As the crowd roared their approval, Meadow had to admit that the sword-in-the-stone opening was pretty impressive. The acknowledgment made her feel disloyal, even though Vegas was her hometown so technically she should be rooting for the Golden Knights.

When the Rebels skated onto the ice, she and the girls clapped and screamed like crazy. Of course they were drowned out by all the boos, but they didn’t care. Once Meadow located Logan’s number sixty-eight jersey, she didn’t take her eyes off him.

She’d thought about him all day. She’d wondered how he was feeling, wondered what painful memories were plaguing his mind. She would have loved to spend the day with him, if for no other reason than to distract him and help keep the past at bay.

As the Rebels were being introduced, the guys looked up into the stands and waved at the girls, who cooed greetings and blew kisses. When Logan saw Meadow sitting there in his jersey, a smile broke like sunrise over his gorgeous face.

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