Page 52 of Faking it with the Billionaire
Mitchell shrugs and pulls away from the house, taking us to the arena.
Bristol is seated beside me, and Lia is up front, having a nice and quiet discussion with Mitchell. I can’t quite make out what’s being said, but they’re having a good laugh.
“Who is playing the Ice Dragons tonight?” I ask. I know next to nothing about hockey, but I’m looking forward to watching Kyler on the ice. Actually, seeing him play, it’s a bit exciting, not that I want to admit that to him.
“The Island Bruisers,” Mitchell says. He laughs under his breath. “Maybe I should get a ticket and join you guys in the stands.”
“You should. Kyler would love to see all of us there, cheering him on.”
Mitchell shakes his head, but I can hear the laugh as he pulls up near the stadium. Traffic is heavy, and there are lots of people crossing the street, heading for the stadium. “You’ll want to check in at the box office. Show them your I.D., let them know you’re with Kyler Greyson, and they’ll have seats available for the three of you.”
“You’re not coming?” I ask, surprised. He sounded interested moments earlier.
“I would love to see Greyson’s face, but I don’t want to be blamed.”
“Blamed?” I ask. He pulls up out front near the box office, and we climb out of the vehicle. Bristol takes my hand, walking beside me.
Lia is a few feet behind me, and she gasps.
“What? Do I have toilet paper on my shoe or something?” I ask, glancing back at her.
“Holy Mackerel,” Lia gasps.
“Nice save, but that was an intended curse. You owe the jar back home one dollar,” Bristol says.
“She drives a tough bargain,” I say, glancing at Lia. We hurry up to the front as the line moves fast, and within a matter of minutes, I have three tickets in-hand and three VIP lanyards with golden tickets.
“You can’t—we have—oh my gosh.” Lia is trying hard not to cry from laughter.
Bristol glares at her. “Shushy your facey.”
“That’s not even a word.” I glance at Bristol. “What has gotten into the two of you? Did you guys punk me? Is this a jersey for another team?” I can’t see the back of the jersey, but the crowd thickens, and we’re pushed forward toward the entrance.
I show our tickets, and they scan all three, letting us inside. We follow the signs for our section, and Lia grabs me before we make it down to the floor. “You should probably look to buy a jersey with Greyson’s name on it.”
“He would like that a little too much,” I say with a laugh, and grimace, realizing I’m supposed to be his girlfriend. Of course, I’d have a jersey with his name on it.
Shit.
Lia seems way too kind or unsuspicious; I’m not sure which it is. If she suspects anything between Kyler and me isn’t real, she hasn’t let on.
“Can I have popcorn?” Bristol asks, pulling me in the opposite direction of the stand with the merchandise.
“Of course,” I say.
After the snacks and drinks are handled, we head down to our seats, which are directly behind the team bench.
It isn’t long before the game starts, and the players come out onto the ice.
There’s a panel of glass between the team and us, and Bristol climbs onto her chair, waving at her father. “Daddy!” she squeals excitedly.
While on the ice, his focus is entirely on the game. I’m not sure he’s even seen that we’re in the stands, but that’s probably for the best. I don’t want to be a distraction to him.
I’d love to get Kyler alone for a moment and find out if there were any more recent threats sent to him or if he has any other suspects in mind about who might want to hurt his daughter.
There is plenty of security at the arena, and sitting just behind the bench with glass between us, I don’t get the feeling that anyone from his team is involved. But there are plenty of others who could be responsible.
Bristol leans against the glass pane, shoving her face against it, making faces at the players in an attempt to get their attention. Most of them are too busy focusing on the game, but Noah is on the bench and gives a smile and waves to Bristol.
