Page 150 of The Pucking Wrong Man

And not make Camden upset.

“They have waitressing,” Alena said with a shrug, like she didn’t find that to be a very interesting option.

“Can you get me an interview for that?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said, cocking her head and studying me. “Are you sure, though, that you don’t want to try and dance? You won’t make nearly as much money.”

I nodded. “I’ll save that for the experts,” I told her.

She grinned and swung her hair around, a mimicry of one of her moves I was sure. “I consider myself as such.”

I laughed nervously, smoothing my own hair back into its bun. “When do you think I can interview?” I asked, feeling anxious to start making money—and to get it over with.

“Meet me after class. I happen to have a shift tonight.”

“Great,” I said nervously, and she winked at me as she walked away.

Camden

My phone buzzed in my pocket while I was spotting for Ari during weights.

I let go immediately to check and make sure it wasn’t Anastasia.

“Fuck,” Ari griped as the weight bar sunk to his chest.

“Whoops,” I said lightly. But I left him there for a second so I could check my text.

Anastasia: I have a job interview after class today, so I don’t need a ride.

I frowned, waiting for another text to come in, some more information.

“A little help over here,” Ari grunted. I glanced at him, annoyed, only to see that the weights were still stuck to his chest.

I’d better help with that.

I quickly heaved the bar up and set it on the rack.

“You trying to kill me, Hero? So the more handsome, more talented defenseman is out of the picture?” Ari asked, rubbing his chest with an indignant look on his face.

I rolled my eyes, glancing at my phone again when it buzzed.

But it was just some spam text advertising erectile dysfunction cream. I blinked at that. They had a cream for that?

“Something you want to tell us, Grandpappy?” Logan asked cheekily, reading my text over my shoulder.

I scowled at him. “Did you sign me up for this?”

He grinned unrepentantly and shrugged. “I figured you would appreciate it. You’re getting to that time in your life.”

“I hate you,” I snarled. “I’m doing just fine in that department, thank you very little.”

“‘Just fine’?” Ari said, clicking his tongue. “Not sure if that’s good enough. Especially if you want to keep your little ballerina.”

I picked up the weights and promptly dropped it.

He huffed as he caught it just in time. “Daniels, he’s trying to kill me. Help.”

Lincoln, for his part, ignored all of us as he continued doing his weighted lunges.

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