Page 21 of Soulmates and Slapshots
“Yes. Very good,” I say, trying to hide my surprise.
“I’ve been studying the roster,” she says proudly.
“Really?” I raise an eyebrow. Hmm…well I guess Fiona didn’t exaggerate about her aunt being a superfan.
“I need to know who I’m watching. Stats, skill level—it’s all important,” she continues.
“I agree,” I say, lifting my hand for a high five. She eagerly meets my hand with hers.
“I was very excited to hear my niece met you,” she adds with a wink. “Fiona needs to have some fun on this vacation. She needs to let loose and enjoy herself.”
“Aunt Dee,” Fiona groans, rolling her eyes. “I’m standing right here.”
“I know,” Denise says sweetly.
“And just so you know, Iamhaving fun,” Fiona adds emphatically. “I went to a town council meeting, and I’m helping to save Maple Falls from a billionaire takeover.”
I stare at Fiona in awe. This woman continues to surprise me. “Of course you are. Instead of relaxing, you’re saving a town.”
Fiona grins. “I like to stay busy.”
“I understand. And the Ice Breakers are diving in to help as well.”
Our conversation is interrupted when Denise gasps. “Oooh, there’s the coach. I’ll leave you two to catch up. Excuse me.”
Before either of us has a chance to say anything, she’s gone, leaving an overpowering trail of perfume behind.
“Wow,” I say, watching her go. “She’s energetic.”
“That’s an understatement,” Fiona says with a laugh. “My aunt is one of a kind. And I already told you what she said about your coach.”
I cover my ears. “Yes. No more please.”
She grins.
“I am impressed she knew what position I play, though.”
Fiona winces. “She probably knows more than that.”
“Really? Is she a stalker? Should I warn Coach Hauser?”
“Maybe,” she says with a giggle.
We both glance over and see that Denise has already cornered the coach. He doesn’t look entirely amused, but he’s handling it just fine. Oh well, I’m sure he can take care of himself.
“So,” I say, turning back to Fiona. “I didn’t think I’d see you here tonight.”
“I wasn’t planning to come,” she admits. “Aunt Dee came storming in and declared we were attending a black-tie event. Luckily, I always pack a little black dress—just in case.”
I try to play it cool, but my gaze drifts to the dress again. “Well, you look amazing.”
She gives a small smile.
“Thanks.”
A brief silence settles between us. It’s not awkward, but there is some intensity. At least I’m feeling it.
“Are you missing New York yet?” I ask casually.
