Page 33 of Between the Blue
God, that’s not even time for me to get my head straight.
“This isn’t what I want to do,” I blurt out.
“I know,” Tiffany says gently. “But it’s something. And you need something right now, Addison.”
“I…I don’t know.”
And then a thought suddenly occurs to me.
“Wait,” I speak up. What does this have to do with COBO?”What on Earth would a Texas hockey team have to do with them?
“Oh, yes, sorry,” Tiffany says. “Well, COBO’s founder is–”
“Natasha Collins,” I finish for her. “What about her?”
“Well, she’s based here at COBO’s Austin headquarters.”
“I know.” Of course I know. The thought of maybe passing by her in the halls of my internship has had me internally fangirling for months.
“Well, she’s also COBO’s editor–”
“Editor-in-chief,” I say, not trying to cut her off but becoming more anxious with where this is headed by the second. “I know.”
“Well, do you also happen to know who she’s married to?” Tiffany asks me.
“Oh,” I say, tilting my head, once again caught off guard. “Some businessman. His name is Mark, I think?”
“Mark Moreno,” she nods. “Heisa very wealthy and powerful businessman.”
I look at her, raising my brows, urging her to continue.
“And it just so happens that he owns the Texas Storm.”
My spine steels. “What?”
“Mark attends every home game,” Tiffany tells me. “And Natasha attends quite a few herself. She’s actually a big hockey fan.”
That is one thing about Natasha Collins I can say I certainly did not know.
“So,” Tiffany begins, “if you take this internship, and you impress Mark…”
“It could get me a foot in the door with Natasha,” I whisper, the pieces suddenly connecting in my head.
“Bingo,” Tiffany nods.
“It’s a long shot,” I mutter, still processing the information.
“But it’s the only shot you have. At least right now.”
“I…”
“What is it?” Tiffany asks, leaning down to try to meet my eyes.
I make myself look at her. “I just…don’t know anything about hockey,” I admit. “This is just so…”
“Out of your comfort zone?”
I swallow, my throat dry. “Yeah.”
