Tara’s green eyes went wide. “Ah, so things have developed.”
“Sort of. It’s just … stress relief.”
“Keeping your man in tip-top shape for the playoffs?”
“Exactly.”
Tara smiled. “The franchise salutes you.”
Georgia rolled her eyes and tried not to let the “your man” moniker get her any more excited than she already was. This was Game 5, which was all the excitement she needed.
The Rebels won, which put them 3-2 ahead in the series, with Banks contributing one goal and one assist. The atmosphere in the arena and the box was electric, the celebration so loud she barely heard the buzz of her phone. Outside the owner’s box, she found a relatively quiet spot and checked the message from her mother.
Mom
Come for dinner this weekend. Bring Dylan.
She had already explained that Banks had a big assignment at work. Couching it in corporate speak was the best way to communicate that.
Georgia
He’ll be out of town for a game, but maybe next week?
Mom
Just let us know. We need to talk about Dani’s Heart.
Georgia touched her throat. Before she could query that, another message came in.
Mom
That’s what we’re calling the new foundation. Stephen has the papers drawn up, waiting for your signature.
Georgia
We should discuss it first.
Mom
Of course! You’ve been very quiet lately. Dylan must be a good influence!
Right, because Georgia couldn’t get there by herself.
She also had messages from her friends. Oliver had sent her a text of apology, then left several voicemails when she didn’t respond. Skye and Paris had picked sides, likely because Oliver had spun it in a way that made him look like the victim. They hadn’t appreciated how Banks had cut the party short.
“Georgia!”
She looked up into the smiling face of Mia Wallace. “Hey!”
Mia bent over to hug her. Damn, this girl was as tall as a Wookie. “We won!”
“Yes, we did!”
Mia threw an arm around her shoulder. “Let’s go see our boys.”
Five minutes later, they found themselves outside the locker room.
“Are you sure it’s okay to go in? Aren’t they getting dressed?” Georgia didn’t like the idea of anyone being able to see a half-naked or better Banks. That should be her privilege alone.