Page 30 of Hockey Wife

“Take a job with one of their companies.”

What a drag to be set for life without doing a thing.

“But you’re not partied out yet?”

Those beautiful blues went wide for a millisecond. Had he hurt her feelings?

“Me? Never.”

He looked around. People were staring at them, likely wondering what the hell this gorgeous young woman was doing with him. Beauty and the Goon.

“So what’s the end game here?”

“I figure a couple of months should keep them off my back and get me back in clover.”

A couple of months he could manage. The playoffs were just around the corner, and he’d be so busy he would barely notice her. But his family would have questions about why he was letting this drag on. As for his grandmother? She’d have a whole other set of expectations.

The notion that time together would help him figure out the why of it all was still there, simmering away.

“Be ready to move in tomorrow.”

“What?”

He passed her drink to her. Looked like she needed it. “You want this to look legit? You need to move in with me.”

She glowered at him. Kind of cute, to be honest. “Is this what I have to expect? Bosshole husband?”

He liked that. Bosshole.

Eh, husband, too.

“Sounds about right.”

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“Going on vacation?”

Georgia looked up to see Tara Fitzpatrick standing at her open door. The woman was a goddess. With her marriage to Hale Fitzpatrick, the Rebels’ GM, her lovely daughter, Esme, and her thriving hair stylist business, she really had her shit together.

Georgia closed a suitcase and put it standing beside four others.

“I’ve been summoned by my husband.”

“That’s quite the turn up, I have to say. Are you okay?”

It was the first time anyone had asked her and an urge to be honest for once gripped her.

“I don’t know. It wasn’t exactly planned, and it really should have been resolved by now, but … Banks asked me to stay married.”

So, not completely honest.

Tara considered that. “Is that something you’re open to?”

“Yes. I have my own reasons. I just wish he was a bit more forthright about his.” She closed the final case and stood upright. Cheddar sniffed at the closest one before giving her the bum view and flouncing off. He wasn’t good with change.

Tara’s mouth curved in sympathy. “If you need a friendly ear, we could always go for coffee or something stronger. No need to wait until your next appointment.”

That pleased Georgia more than it should have. “I appreciate that. So, do you know …?”

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