Page 24 of A Little Puck Luck

That didn’t make any sense. How was I helping?

Natalie stepped forward with that trademark look I’ve seen silencing both her boyfriend and my wannabe boyfriend. The only person I hadn’t seen her use it on was her brother, Carter, and that was because I didn’t hang out with him all that often.

“So here’s the plan. We’re going to hang out here and have a girls’ night. Then, at the end of it, we are going to sneak Siobhan away in the trunk.”

That didn’t seem so bad.

From there, we settled in the living room and started to drink some wine on the stark white furniture. Why did so many rich people love white rooms? Was it because they could afford maids to keep them clean?

I was still worried Walter and Eric would stain everything as it was, and thankfully, Terry favored darker colors and blue. My anxiety would be out of control if he had a stark white room.

After a couple of bottles of wine, I was sloshed. I should have stopped drinking a while ago, but it was so hard to stop when Natalie kept pouring wine into our glasses.

“Alright, time for a game of never have I ever,” Natalie announced with a smile. “For every time you did it, take a drink.”

Now I was going to be a party pooper since my life was so damn sheltered. I went from a conservative Christian family to living with a distant relative and then to being with Luke. No college. No parties. No real anything.

“Never have I ever been in a threesome.”

Ironically, none of us took a drink. I would have thought one of them would have had a threesome.

Since I was sitting next to Siobhan, I took my turn by saying, “Never have I ever used food as foreplay.”

Everyone looked at me in astonishment as they took a drink.

Then, Natalie focused on me and said, “Girl, don’t tell me you’re the reason he put in a deluxe order for fluff and more syrups than I can count. How could you hold out on me and not say you were actually doing your roommate?”

On days like this, I hated that Natalie was his personal assistant and did all the ordering for him. While I knew Terry said there would be more fluff, getting more syrups seemed to be ridiculous.

I felt my cheeks burning as I tried to put out the fire. “I’m not banging Terry.”

Siobhan pointed her glass at me. “But you want to. Ooh, this could be fun.”

She pouted the moment she realized, “Fuck, I’m going to be stuck on the set or at Cartsy's house, and I won’t get to see this whole thing blossom.”

There was a part of me wanting to know more about how Siobhan started dating Natalie’s brother, but everyone was way too focused on my dating life.

Why did she seem to think Terry and I were destined to hook up again? Sure, he was hot, but he didn’t think of me like that, and we were not dating.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you updated. Besides, I still owe you for hooking me and Spence up,” Natalie said to Siobhan before focusing her gaze on me. “You never did explain what happened to break you and him up the first time. Not that I get many details from any of his exes since the only ones I talk to are the ones who quit their jobs afterward. I’m just glad that Scuba stopped sleeping with the help after you moved in.”

Oh god, this was the last thing I wanted to discuss, but I couldn’t be silent forever. Besides, if I couldn’t open up to friends, who would I open up to?

So, it was time to be brave.

“We didn’t really. I ghosted him after telling him that I miscarried Eric since he was on the verge of making it into the NHL, and the last thing he needed to be was a dad.”

That’s when Siobhan got upwalked into the kitchen. She pulled out a bag of caramel popcorn. “Oh, I didn’t realize your backstory was this juicy.”

She was crazy.

It wasn’t juicy. It was unfortunate.

Probably stupid.

“Rumor has it there was a girl in Vancouver who held a special place in Scuba’s heart. I’m betting it was you, even with you ghosting him.”

I couldn’t let myself believe that. Not after Natalie called him the living sex machine. There had to be some other girl in Vancouver that he liked.

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