Page 87 of Some Like It Hot

I’m no expert on hockey, but even I know the goaltender goes up and down repeatedly during a game. Overuse seems like an understatement.

“I see. I’m sure you’re getting excellent medical treatment, but I know a great massage therapist if you need one.”

He nods. “Thanks.” He hesitates, then adds, “I appreciate it.”

“Sure.” I shoot him a grin. “And I’m happy to take over the task of fucking Elise from behind while you lay on the bed.”

He rolls his eyes. “Very fucking generous, Armstrong. You’re a real pal.”

But we’re both chuckling though as we return to the living room. Aidan and Elise are squeezed onto her couch together and he’s blowing on her coffee to make sure it isn’t too hot.

This guy. Always the protector. The caregiver.

I love that we all bring something different to the table.

Blake chooses to lean against the wall and now I understand him better. Sometimes what appears to be aloofness is just him being in pain and not wanting to show it. He’s resting his hip right now, not excluding himself from our group around the coffee table.

“We need the story of how you met,” I announce. “Elise, go.”

“We met at a bar.”

“We met through Crew and Luna,” Blake immediately protests.

“At a bar.”

He makes a face.

“What, that isn’t romantic enough for you?” I ask.

“Not really. That’s so basic.”

“But it’s the truth.” Elise sips her latte. “It’s always better to stick to the truth when possible. Lies can trip you up.”

Blake just grunts.

“What about your first date?” Aidan asks.

“I took her to dinner, then afterward we had a foursome with two other guys.”

That makes me laugh. “I suggest you skip the foursome part unless you want to give grandma a stroke.”

“Tell me about your family.” Elise takes another bite of her pastry. “I know you have a sister, but I don’t even know where you grew up.”

“Minnesota. How about you?”

“South Bend. I moved here for the fashion and the food. What’s your sister’s name?”

“Brooke. You’re an only child?”

She nods.

“Are you a cat or dog person?” Aidan asks.

“Dog.”

“Cat,” Elise says.

“What kind of toothpaste does Elise use?”

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