Page 68 of The Pucking Wrong Rookie

Monroe smirked. “I’m surprised they haven’t found some way to hang a suspended platform in the air above the ice where we can see, but no one else is nearby.”

My eyes widened. They sounded so casual about all of these…crazy things.

I cocked my head, thinking. They were about as crazy as hiring someone to spend time with you now that I was thinking about it.

It hit me then, and my jaw dropped as I glanced over at Olivia.

“Wow. I know you. You’re the famous singer!” I said, a slight screech in my voice as I realized thattheOlivia Davis was sitting next to me. “How did I not connect the dots?”

Olivia looked amused. “I am a singer.”

Blake leaned forward with a grin. “And sheisfamous.”

Olivia wrinkled her nose at her. “Says the supermodel.”

“I’m just a student,” Monroe said, raising her hand.

“And a writer working on the most amazing book,” Blake retorted.

“She’s an incredible principal ballerina,” Monroe said, pointing at Anastasia.

I had a bemused smile as I stared at all of them. They were obviously very close and supportive of each other. I’d never had close female friends…not since my eighteenth birthday party. I’d been so messed up after the auction that I’d cut myself off from everyone. Everett hadn’t exactly encouraged me otherwise.

Don’t think about that.

I bit down on my lip, realizing what their next question was probably going to be…

And right on cue…

“What do you do?” Blake asked. “I guess the better question would be, what do you like to do…”

“Besides Logan, of course,” Anastasia said with a straight face as Olivia snorted again beside me.

“Ana,” Monroe said, elbowing her. “We don’t even know if Rookie has enough game to bag a ten like Sloane. Maybe they’re just friends.” All of them looked at me at the same time, and I blushed.

I could just picture what their reactions would be if I told them the truth about whatI did.They wouldn’t want anything to do with me. I scrambled to think of an answer. Usually I said things like…consultant…or business.

But this time…

“I paint,” I said softly, wanting to whack myself on the head because I had no idea why I’d said that.

“You do?” Olivia asked, looking so earnest and interested, I wanted to cry.

Before I could say anything else, Logan was in front of the glass. “Hi,” he mouthed, looking all hot and sweaty…and delicious as he stood there. I waved because all my game was gone, evidently.

“You complete me,” he mouthed, and I snorted as the girls all laughed.

“Hope you like corny,” Olivia whispered. “Because these guys are full of it.”

I grinned, that warm feeling spreading through my chest. “It’s still up for debate,” I muttered back as the game began. Even though that was another lie.

“We’ve all been there, girl,” Blake said as Lincoln faced off across a Tampa player.

“Been where?” I asked, frowning.

“Trying to pretend we’re not completely obsessed with a Knight,” she said, her tone teasing. The other women laughed, and I felt my face heat.

“I’m not—” I started, but the words died in my throat as Logan glanced up from the ice. His gaze swept across the stands, until it landed on me.

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