Page 83 of Sinful Secrets

“So, Christy, if you’re from Texas, how did you end up in Georgia?”

“My husband’s job transferred him here.”

“Husband? You’re married?” My gaze immediately goes to her left hand, where a giant diamond is gleaming in the light.

“High school sweethearts. We got married the day after we graduated from high school. Before you ask, no, we don’t have kids yet, maybe in a couple of years. I want to wait until I’m at least twenty-five.”

“What does your husband do for work?”

“His family owns several resorts and country clubs. They needed someone to run the one here in Savannah, so they sent my husband. I work here because I still want to enjoy my twenties and not be stuck inside the house.”

When the referees blow their whistles, Christy waves her sign to get the crowd pumped.

She looks over at me. “It’s pretty simple, really. Every time the whistle blows, we wave the sign. If whistles continue, that’s usually a sign there’s a fight. I enjoy watching the fights. It gets me going, if you know what I mean.”

She winks and my face burns with embarrassment.

She just admitted to getting turned on by watching the guys fight.

Her arm bumps into mine as she laughs. “Oh, come on, Savannah. You can’t be a prude and be my partner here. It’s only natural to be turned on. Especially from hot athletic guys.”

“I’m not-” I lower my voice to a whisper. “-a prude, but I’m not as open about my private life as you are.”

Besides, isn’t she married? How would her husband feel about her being turned on by other men?

I don’t think Spencer would be cool with me being turned on by his teammates, his friends, or worse, his rivals.

“Just give it some time. You’ll be this open when you meetthe one.”

Spencer is the only man I want to be with. He’s the only one who can make me be vocal about my wants and needs.

He’s the only one I want to be open to.

Christy and I take turns waving our signs and smiling at the crowd. Several men make crude jokes that don’t sit well with me, but Christy just laughs at them.

I guess I need more practice to handle all the drunkenness.

When the period comes to a close, Avery rejoins us in the Zamboni tunnel. “For the first intermission, the three of us are going to clean up the melted and dirty ice and move the rubber mats so no one trips.”

I follow Avery and Christy’s lead, moving the rubber mats into their correct positions and taking the buckets of dirty ice and dumping them into a large metal work sink.

Avery wipes her hands on her pants. “That’s everything for us for now, and we still have a couple of minutes to spare. There are snacks and drinks in the office if you want anything.”

Christy bounces on the balls of her feet. “I’m starving.”

Laughing, I follow the women to the office and take the seat next to Christy. I grab a bottle of soda and a small bag of barbeque chips.

Christy grabs a soda and a bag of plain chips. “So Savannah, are you dating anyone?”

I glance between the two women. “Yes. No. Well, it’s kind of complicated.”

Christy leans forward. “Ooh, spill the tea. I need to know.”

How much can I tell them without giving away that I’m dating a player?

“There was a misunderstanding, but I’m hoping after I get off work we can sort it out.”

“If y’all love each other, it will work out. Hell, I have a dozen arguments and misunderstandings with my husband every week and we are still happily married. As long as you take the time to calm down and talk things through, it will be fine.”

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