Page 52 of Hot for the Hockey Player
I smirked and did sort of aThrillerpose with my arms bent, fingers curled like all lions on coats of arms appear.Logan clicked his tongue and nodded.“I totally thought you were going to say something like, ‘The Patriots’ or ‘The Lobster Rolls,’” I added.
“I would have definitely played a sport and been the jockiest of jocks if we were ‘The Lobster Rolls.’”He placed the red wine he’d just poured, onto the bar for Jillian—the other server—to come grab.“So, what did you get up to tonight?Have you ticked off any more workshops from your island bucket list?”
“I went to a watercolor class with Sage Thorpe.Honor and Laurel came with me since they already take Sage’s classes.”
Logan’s brows lifted.“And how was that?”
“Actually pretty relaxing.The girls are way better than I am, but for my first time, I don’t think I sucked, or embarrassed them.”
Renée was back, punching in an order on the POS machine.
“Hey, babe,” Logan said to her, “wanna take a watercolor class together?”
“With Sage?”Renée asked.“Sure.I love her.I love her husband’s wool and her wife’s soap too.”
Logan definitely wasn’t expecting that kind of an answer and his jaw dropped.“There’s a throuple on the island?”
“And a hot throuple at that,” Renée added.“But don’t look so surprised.This place is all about free love.Rumor is, most of the Island Elders were all about the orgies and free love back in the day.”She tossed Logan a wink with her pretty gray eyes.“Should we get on board?Partner share?”
His face turned stoney for a half-second.“I’m not sharing you with anybody.”
She batted her lashes at him and blew him a kiss before heading to go check on a table.“Good answer.”
“Crazy hippy island,” Logan murmured under his breath.
I snorted a laugh.“You ever heard of thePucktasticpodcast with Jasmine Greengrass?”
His eyes formed thin slits as he thought about it.“She a sports podcaster?”
I nodded.“Yeah.”
Both Jillian and Renée joined us at the bar.
“You two ever heard of thePucktasticpodcast with a Jasmine Greengrass?”Logan asked them.
Renée shook her head, but Jillian nodded, sending her tight, black curls bouncing.“Totally.I love her.”
I spun around to face the pretty, dark-skinned server with big, brown eyes and a bright smile.“Really?Tell me more.”
Jillian shrugged a bare, slender shoulder that gave way to toned, muscular arms.A pretty floral tattoo peeked out from her collarbone and wove halfway down her right arm.“My ex-boyfriend loved hockey, never missed a game.I watched most of them with him and actually started to enjoy it too.But I hated all the commentators.So Theo—the ex—suggested I listen to Jasmine’s podcast.He said she covered all the same stuff, but in a more palatable way.Now, Theo is gone, but I never miss aPucktasticepisode.”
I’m so glad I came into the pub tonight and that Jillian was working.This was great feedback, and only helped concretize my decision to join Jasmine on her show.
“Is the majority of her audience female then?”I asked.
She nodded.“I think so.She’s got a wide reach though.Her sponsorships are picking up too.Why?”
“I’m doing an interview with her for her podcast tomorrow morning.”
I wasn’t expecting Jillian to hit me in the arm.Or for it to be so hard.“Shut.Up!”
Logan snorted.
I gaped at Jillian.
“You’re going onPucktasticwith Jasmine tomorrow?”
“I am, yeah.I met her about a month ago after a game, and we chatted for a while.She really knows her hockey.Then she reached out and asked if I could come on her show.”
