Page 2 of Hat Trick Heart

I throw my head back and laugh. “You’re such a dirty girl.”

She laughs and points at herself. “Guilty as charged.” She turns serious. “One of these days you’re going to have to get rid of that V-card. Or at least go out on a damn date.”

I groan. “Not this weekend, please. I still have to go in to work tomorrow and I just don’t have the dang energy to deal with thinking about that right now.”

“Fine. But make sure you relax because I’m setting us up on a double date next weekend. You need to get out more and so do I.”

“Hmph!” I snort. “You date all the time.”

She points her finger at me. “No arguments. We’re going out next weekend. I’m supposed to be going out on my third date with this guy I’ve been seeing, so you know what that means?” She winks at me and her brown eyes sparkle.

“Uh. Yeah. You’re doing something very bad and you want to make sure I don’t see said bad thing. Thank you for the warning.”

She giggles and I smirk at her. “Whatever. But we’re going out. Ben has this friend of his that he wants to set up.”

“Why doesn’t this guy have a girlfriend?”

“He’s kind of picky. I guess he turns him down every time he asks him to double. But this time we’re not giving him the chance to say no.”

“Whoa.” I wave my arms at her like I’m stopping traffic. “That does not sound like a guy I want to go out with.”

“It’s just one date. Just to get back on the horse. You’ve been sitting home alone too long.”

“I like being home. You’re there. I’m there. My things are there. It’s perfect.”

“Don’t do it.”

“Do what?”

“I’m already seeing signs that you’re gonna back out on me. Don’t do that to me.”

“Fine. I’ll go out with this guy if you stop bringing up dating after that. I’m just not that interested.”

“Well, get interested.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s go before I back out of this too.”

She glares at me. “You’ve been working too much and you need to have a little fun. That’s my middle name you know.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah. Sounds like you.” I stalk to the door and then hold it open. “Let’s get this torture over with.”

She swats me on the shoulder as she goes by, shooting me a cross glare. “Settle your ass down and paste a smile on your face, girlfriend. You’re about to see some of the cutest guys in the NHL. Enjoy it!”

Rolling my eyes, I shut the door behind her. “Right.”

When we reach the arena, the place is packed and I groan. “Ugh. This place is ridiculous. I’m not sure how the hell we’re gonna find a seat. Let alone parking.” But we find a spot and get parked.

Stepping inside and heading to our seats in the front, I can’t help but feel the excitement creeping inside me. I’ve never been to a sporting event and there’s just so much going on. I can see the players warming up out on the ice, their bodies looking huge in the gear and padding that they wear. You can barely tell they’re human with all of that and the helmets covering so much of their heads!

But the crowd is screaming already and it’s like the gods out there on the ice know it. The lights and sound bounce off of them as they hammer each other and there are high-fives every time one of them does something.

Like breathe? I guess.

I sit down in the seats that Becca’s boss got for us. Or for anyone in the company, I guess. “How did you get these seats anyway? These are really good seats…I think.” I seriously know nothing about hockey but I can see that there’s plexiglass right in front of us and I wince when I see some of the guys running each other into the barriers.

“He likes to come to the games with his brother but both of them were busy this weekend so they did a drawing at work. And I won!”

I smile and smack her shoulder lightly. “That’s amazing! You didn’t tell me that!”

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