Page 59 of Miami Ice

“Excellent. Well, I’ve taken it upon myself to loop one person into the upcoming announcement,” she says excitedly.

Aaron grins. “Buckle up, everyone.”

“I’m ignoring you,” she declares. Then she shifts her attention to me. “I let Megan Dewitt know that you’re coming onboard as one of the wives and girlfriends. She’s the captain’s wife, and she loves making clothing for the other WAGS. She’s bedazzling something amazing for you to wear to the game next week!”

“What?” I ask, nearly choking on my bite of salad. “Bedazzling what?”

“A nutcracker?” Beckham supplies cheerfully.

“No. The cutest little strapless tube top with Becks’s name and number on it,” Sofia explains. “I’m picking it up tomorrow.”

“I thought you were asking my size for a jersey,” I say, not warming to the idea of wearing a tube top to an ice rink. I’ll freeze to death!

“Well, yes, but the Miami Manatees wives and girlfriends wear outfits representing the player they are dating. A jersey does that, but you know, a custom jacket or bedazzled tube top is that extra piece that puts you firmly in the WAG community.”

I’m trying to picture myself wearing a tube top with Beckham’s name and number bedazzled across the top and I have to bite my cheek to keep from laughing.

“I don’t want her wearing a tube top,” he suddenly blurts out.

I furrow my brow. Not that I was throwing up jazz hands over the idea of wearing a tube top to a hockey game, but I’m perplexed as to what Beckham’s problem is with it.

“Why not?” I ask.

He scowls, looking grumpier than ever. “It’s not you.”

“You don’t think I can pull off something sexy?”

“Sexy!” Lucy cries.

Oh shit!

“Georgie is sexy!” Stella adds.

“Girls, that’s not a word we use,” Sofia says firmly. “Even if Georgie said it.”

I blush furiously. “I said a bad word, and I was wrong.”

“Naughty corner,” Stella declares.

Beckham begins to grin. “Sheshouldgo sit in the naughty corner.”

“Let’s have some more dinner,” Aaron encourages, trying to shift the subject.

“Your show next Saturday is in Fort Lauderdale, yes?” Sofia asks.

I nod. “Yes, it’s called the Holly Jolly Christmas Bazaar.”

“Becks? You need to show up there after practice and post a pic of you with Georgie.”

He turns to me. “Text me directions.”

“Of course. Thank you for coming.”

He makes a face. “Why wouldn’t I come? You’re coming to my games to support me.”

“See? You two are already sounding like a real couple!” Sofia says gleefully.

Pretend. Pretend. PRETEND.

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