Page 4 of Daddies on Ice
“Thanks, but no thanks.” I shake my head. “You’ve already got a bookkeeper and I’m no carpenter.”
Trent owns his own construction company, and while the work suits him I’d be all thumbs.
“Maybe…” Ash begins then trails off. He purses his lips together and looks off to the side, as if deep in thought. “It could work.” It sounds like he’s talking to himself, which intrigues me.
“What?” I ask. “What could work?”
He looks back at me and smiles. “It wouldn’t be an easy job, but I think you could handle it.”
My eyes narrow suspiciously. “You aren’t suggesting I clean the hockey club or something like that, are you?”
Ash laughs and shakes his head. “No, but it might be easier than what I’m thinking. Surely less messy.”
Okay, now I’m really curious. “Out with it, Ash. What are you thinking?”
“As you know, the Thunderwolves have had some bad PR lately?”
Trent barks a laugh. “‘Some’? I can’t turn on the TV or listen to the radio without something coming up about you guys.”
Ash nods with a grimace. “Which is why we need someone to take on our public relations and get the negative press turned positive. I think you’d be great for it, Tish. And it doesn’t have to be permanent. What do you say?”
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What the hell did I just say?
Tish’s eyes widen with hope, and it’s all I can do not to wince.
What am I thinking? This will be a nightmare job!
I open my mouth to take it all back, but Tish speaks before I can.
“Go ahead and set up the appointment with your coach.”
Trent sends me a glare. “Tish, think about this. It could ruin your reputation before you even get your own business started.”
“Or it could be just the boost I need.” She throws her brother a grin.
“I’m not gonna lie,” I say carefully. “It won’t be easy. Hell, I don’t even know if anyone can salvage our reputation at this point.”
Tish’s smile grows wider. “You guys should know by now that I love a challenge.”
Trent throws his arms up in the air in defeat. We both know that when Tish sets her mind to something, there’s no changing it.
Unless she decides she wants to change it, and that’s extremely rare.
“I’ll set up the meeting with Carl,” I promise.
The smile she gives me is so radiant, I feel as if someone gut punches me.
She’s one sexy lady, but she’s my best friend’s little sister.
I’ve spent the last few years watching over her, acting as another big brother, but the feelings I’ve been having toward her lately are not the brotherly kind.
Today, she has her long dark hair pulled back into a messy bun, but when it’s loose it hangs down in waves practically to her waist.
Only a little of the burgundy highlights can be seen in this hairstyle, giving even more depth and texture to the silky strands.
