Page 125 of These Pucking Boys: Part Two

I eye the envelope. “I can’t believe she came all the way here to give me this.”

Lachy scratches his head. “It sounded like she’s in love with Miles Lavigne. I can’t understand why, though. That man is the father of all bawbags.”

“Maybe he’s different with her?” June replies.

“I can’t picture my mother and Miles.” I shudder. “But I guess she just made up big time for all the years of indifference.” I shake the envelope.

“That may get your dad to back off, but it won’t help your situation with the Titans,” Ryan pipes up.

“Well, they haven’t benched me yet. I’ll just have to remind them why I’m the team captain.”

CHAPTER 51

JUNE

“I’m glad that you decided to come to the game, June,” Maya yells so she can be heard over the loud cheers.

The players just entered the ice, and the crowd goes wild. We’re facing the San Diego Vipers tonight, a major rival of the Titans.

“I couldn’t hide in my apartment forever.”

“You definitely couldn’t,” Melissa agrees.

When I told her I wasn’t sure if I could face all the stares, she made it her mission to change my mind, even arranged for us to sit together, and far away from the other WAGs.

“It’s not that bad now that Wendy is gone,” Maya adds. “You should come to hang out with us in the lounge.”

Not long after the sex tape scandal, Malcolm filed for divorce. It seems Wendy had originally installed the hidden camera in his office because she suspected he was cheating on her. We don’t know if that’s true or not—Malcolm never confirmed or denied it. All we know is that no one was sad to see her go.

“I’ll think about it.”

“How’s work? Are people still giving you a hard time?” Melissa asks.

“If by ‘giving me a hard time’ you mean staring and giving me the cold shoulder, then yes. But I still have Katrina, so it’s not that bad.”

“Well, you’re still working on your screenplay, right? Just because I ditched Elijah doesn’t mean I can’t get your script into the right hands. I have contacts of my own.”

“It’s nearly ready.”

Maya turns to me. “You’re writing a screenplay? What is it about?”

“It’s a hockey romcom.Freaky FridaymeetsThe Cutting Edge.”

Her eyes go round. “Oh my God. Two of my favorite movies.”

“That’s golden, June. And I know exactly who I’m going to pitch it to once you finish it.”

“Really? Wow.”

I’m in high spirits and dying to get back to my manuscript. But nothing beats watching my boys play. They’re my muse, after all.

The game is intense from the start, and it remains scoreless until halfway through the second period. Ryan, Jake, and Lachy are absolutely stellar, playing to win at all costs.

Melissa elbows my arm. “Your boys are really giving it their all tonight, huh?”

“Yes. I hope the owner is watching.”

“Oh, he is. Trust me.”

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