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And from there Sasha and Evie sat at the table drinking mimosa's and she filled her in on everything from yesterday. Two mimosas later she was done explaining everything and Evie just sat there looking at her.

“Damn, you really did need a girl’s day. Are you sure you're doing okay?”

“I mean, no, I'm not okay, but I will be once they catch this guy. At least Conner is being really great with all of this stuff,” she said, unable to stop the smile spreading across her face.

Her phone dinging on the table.

Cash - Noticed you weren't with Conner today. You doing okay?

Sasha - I'm all good, just took a day off to process it all.

Then Sasha had to laugh out loud because Cash sent her a meme of the old inspirational poster with the kitten in a tree saying hang in there. If only the world knew Cash was secretly one of the kindest men she had ever meant and not some brutish playboy. I mean he was a big brute on the ice, and yes, he was most definitely a playboy, but no one would believe the softer side of Cash Hawthorn.

“What's so funny?”

Sasha showed her the picture Cash had just sent her.

“That's funny. You and Conner are getting serious, huh?”

“I’m not really sure, but that wasn't from Conner. That was from Cash.”

“Cash.” Evie looked at her with utter disbelief.

“Yeah, he knows too, and he's been great.”

“Cash, the hockey player?”

“Yes, he's a really great guy underneath it all.”

Evie gave her a look of skepticism before draining her mimosa.

“He is,” Sasha said, giving her a questioning look. “I’ve just heard a lot about how he is a big player and all that stuff.”

Sasha laughed. “Oh, well, he is that, but he's still a good guy.”

Evie looked at her like she didn't quite believe her, but then she poured another round. They spent the day watching movies and laughing and drinking more. Sasha didn't think she's had a day like this since college, and it was sorely needed.

By the time four o'clock rolled around, Sasha was thoroughly drunk. She had hit all the stages of drunk. They laughed and watched Mean Girls. They cried and watched Dirty Dancing. They had professed their love for each other and sworn to be friends until they died, but somewhere after that Evie had started to sober up. Sasha wasn't quite ready for that, the real world held too much unknown for her right now, so she was happy to just exist in her drunken state. She progressed to the final drunken stage of shaking her ass to 90’s hip hop.

It was close to five when the garage door opened.

“What's that?” Sasha asked concerned.

“I think that's the garage door,” said a now sober Evie. “I think Conner's home.”

“Conner McPhee. I love Conner McPhee,” Sasha said.

“You might want to wait on sharing that news with him until you've sobered up a bit.”

Evie stood up and started to clean up some of their mess. When Conner came in Snoop Dog was still blaring as Sasha danced in the kitchen.

“Well, it looks like you guys had a fun day,” he said looking around.

“We did,” Evie started, “and I have to warn you—“

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