Page 2 of Pucked and Pregnant

Caleb raises an eyebrow. “And here I thought you’d be the first one to find out about it.”

He’s toying with me, and that stupid gleam in his eye tells me exactly how much he’s enjoying it. If I get agitated, he wins. If I beg, he wins. And if he wins, I will never hear the end of it.

I give him my best,you’re going to pay for this laterglare, then count to ten in my head.

“Find out about what?” I ask with forced indifference.

His smile tells me he’s not buying it. “What’s it worth to you?”

I can feel every eye in the room on me, and I know they’re wondering if today is the day I finally crack and lose it.

“Clearly, you don’t want me to know.” I shrug. “I guess I’ll just wait for Lauren to get back from her lunch break and ask her.”

I spin on my heel and head back toward my cubicle. I don’t make it more than five steps before Caleb calls after me.

“Fine, you win. I’ll tell you.”

A few of the men grumble, and I see money changing hands when I turn back toward them.

“Danny, you know better than to bet against me,” I tease.

“I thought with what the news was, you’d be curious enough to break first.”

“That only works when I know what type of news it is.”

“Oh. Right.”

How is this man allowed to be in charge of several projects with logic skills like that?

“Better luck next time, I guess.” I switch my focus to Caleb. “Spill it, Wonder Boy.”

He laughs good-naturedly. “Well, when I was walking by Caroline’s office, she was talking with some guy I didn’t recognize, and I happened to hear something very interesting about the NHL department on the east coast. Apparently, one of their senior analysts suddenly quit the other night and no one knows why. It was right after a game, too.”

“You’re making this up,” I say.

“On my life, I’m not.” Caleb crosses his heart. “That’s exactly what I overheard. The big bosses are seriously pissed.”

“So, you’re telling me that there’s a spot open in the NHL department?”

“Yep.”

“And they came and told Caroline personally about it?”

He nods. “I’m pretty sure that the Minnesota Mad Dogs days are over, at least for one of us. Don’t worry, I’ll remember you all while I’m schmoozing it up on the coast.”

“What makes you think it’s you and not me?”

“Because I’m just that good.”

“I’m better.”

“I guess we’re going to just have to wait and see.” He smirks.

I desperately try to squash down the hope welling up in my heart. This has happened enough times that I know my chances are slim to none. The guy was most likely here asking about Caleb.

He’s my only real competition in terms of skill in this office, which is why he heckles me so much. It only makes sense that if someone were here scouting, they’d be scouting him.

“Are you two done measuring whose is bigger yet?” Ben asks, interrupting our little standoff. “Because you didn’t even tell her the best part.”

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