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When I turn around to see if Keelan is still there, he's pushing the doors to the arena open with so much force I think they might come off the hinges. They slam shut behind him.

"Find out what's going on with this photoshoot," I instruct Toby. He nods and follows Fergie back down the hall.

Now, I have an ex-husband to deal with.

Chapter 16

Keelan

Unknown

Is this Keelan Landry?

Me

Who wants to know?

My phone rings in my hand. The same number. I silence the call and slip it back into my pocket.

"Perfect," Jenny's voice says from behind the photographer. "Now, O'Connor—maybe you can turn a little to the right so we can get a better view of your… assets."

Zane rolls his eyes but does as she says. He hates pictures. Especially shirtless ones where a team of people assigned to constantly drench him in oil keep retouching him.

The photographer, who isn't my sister, moves every which way, trying to capture the best angle of our defenseman standing next to the Rhinos’ defensive player.

Jenny looks over at me.

"What? You think it's dumb, don't you?"

"No. No, it's… different."

She turns her head every which way.

"I think it'll work. The key is to show fans that they can love more than one team. It'll help expand the Heatwave reach while showing we're tough, but we can play nice."

Zane rolls his head back, annoyed when the photographer stops snapping photos to check his camera and the oil guy returns.

"How about you just give me the bottle, and I'll do it myself," Zane barks.

"Uh, then you'll have oil on your hands. That's why it's my job," the young assistant explains.

"Right," Zane says, giving me a look that screams for help.

I step up to the oil intern. "Tell you what, how about I do the oiling so you can focus on something less mundane."

I take the bottle from him, and he doesn't fight me.

My phone buzzes in my pocket again. And I reach in to silence it.

"Oil on ice seems like a dangerous mix." Rina's voice says at the entrance of the rink.

Jenny looks back at her. "Rina! Glad you could finally join us."

Yeah, so glad. Rina hasn't spoken a word to me since last night, which would be totally fine except that she blew me off earlier for some alone time with her ex—so yeah. Not sure what to make ofthat.

"I just need to talk to Landry," she announces.

"I'm a little busy at the moment," I say, squeezing a little too much oil on Zane and rubbing it onto his back.

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