Page 248 of Sin Bin

“And now our plans include Cam.” Meadow smiled. “Stop worrying about us. We’ll be fine.”

“I know,” Rosalie sighed. “I just hate missing Cam’s tryouts. He’s been practicing for months. I should be there on his big day. Not that he seems to care whether I’m there or not,” she added wryly. “All he’s been talking about is having Logan in the stands. He’s more excited about that than the actual tryouts.”

Meadow grinned. “Can you really blame him? Logan is his idol. And how many kids can brag about having an NHL superstar cheering them on at hockey tryouts?”

“Good point.” Rosalie grinned. “Make sure you and Logan behave yourselves. Parents have been warned not to cheer because it’s distracting to the kids.”

“We won’t make a peep,” Meadow promised.

Rosalie smoothed down her blouse. “The other parents are going to be green with envy when Cam walks through the door with Logan. My baby has been training really hard and he’s a damn good skater. But if he makes the top team, I know people are going to say it’s because of Logan.”

“I hadn’t even thought of that.” Meadow frowned. “Maybe Logan shouldn’t come with us.”

“Are you kidding? Youth hockey is insanely competitive, and a lot of politicking goes on behind the scenes. If Logan’s presence gives Cam a leg up on the competition, I certainly won’t complain.”

Meadow laughed, gathering her hair into a ponytail and wrapping it with a scrunchie.

“This is good practice for you,” Rosalie said with twinkling eyes. “Someday when you become a hockey mom, you’ll already be a pro at this stuff.”

Meadow’s cheeks warmed. “Who says I’m going to be a hockey mom?”

Her aunt just gave her a knowing smile.

Meadow turned the tables on her. “You’ve been floating on cloud nine ever since your amazing date with Barrett last weekend. Are you sure he’s not waiting for you in Breckenridge?”

“I wish,” Rosalie half laughed, half groaned. “I’d give anything to spend a cozy night with him at some ski resort. But he’s back on the road, and I don’t know when he’ll be heading this way again.”

Meadow grinned. “Maybe if you’d been brave enough to tell him how you feel—”

Rosalie groaned. “Don’t start.”

“I’m just saying—”

“Oh! That reminds me!” Rosalie clapped her hands excitedly. “I have wonderful news!”

“What?”

“You know how I’ve been in talks with the network executives to get my own show? Well, it’s finally been green-lighted!”

Meadow squeed. “That’s awesome! Congratulations!”

They hugged and squealed and jumped up and down like teenagers.

Grinning from ear to ear, Rosalie did jazz hands. “You’re looking at the new host of Rendezvous with Rosalie!”

“You mean they accepted the name you suggested?”

“They sure did!”

Rosalie and Meadow squealed some more and did a happy dance that left them laughing.

“Just to clarify,” Meadow said, “you’re still co-anchoring the ten p.m. newscast, right?”

“Of course! Rendezvous with Rosalie will be a primetime show airing on Friday nights on our sister station,” Rosalie explained. “The format will be live with a studio audience. But we won’t be confined to the studio. We’ll be shooting on location around Colorado to showcase different parts of the state—hence ‘rendezvous’ in the show’s name. We’re pitching it to advertisers as an entertainment talk show that highlights extraordinary Coloradoans. They can be celebrities, business owners, politicians, community activists and volunteers—you name it. If they have compelling stories and are making a difference in the world, I want to feature them.”

“Sounds wonderful,” Meadow enthused. “When does the show debut?”

“End of May.” Rosalie grabbed her hands excitedly. “I want you to be one of my first guests.”

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