catch her breath after such an exhilarating opening.
As the teams headed to their respective locker rooms at intermission, the Rebels were up 2-1.
Jess turned to Nadia, her eyes bright with excitement. “That was hella intense. Whew .”
Nadia grinned. “Tell me about it. Hockey definitely isn’t for the faint of heart.”
“No, it isn’t,” Nelson agreed, sitting on her other side. He affectionately tweaked her nose. “Having fun?”
“I am, actually.”
“I knew you would.” He grinned. “And don’t think I missed those flirty little exchanges between you and Reid.”
Nadia blinked innocently at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, right.” He laughed and stood, dropping his reporter’s notebook on his seat. “Bianca and I are going for a snack run. Either of you want another beer?”
“I’ll have one,” Jess said.
“Gotcha. Nadia?”
“I’m good.” She was already buzzed from her first glass of beer. She didn’t want to risk having another one when she still had to make her way out of the arena in her spiky heels.
As Nelson and Bianca set off together, he put his arm protectively around her waist, guiding her up the steps and through the tunnel leading to the upper-level concession stands.
Watching them go, Jess said, “I see those two are still going strong.”
“They are.” Nadia smiled warmly. “Bianca makes Nelson so happy. I love her for that.”
“Your brother’s a really sweet guy. She’s lucky he’s not shallow.”
“What do you mean?”
Jess shrugged. “Bianca’s pretty, but she could stand to lose about thirty pounds.”
Nadia shook her head. “I think she’s beautiful the way she is. And so does Nelson.”
“That’s why she’s lucky to have him,” Jess countered. “Plenty of women would consider Nelson a good catch. I mean, he might not make a lot of money, but he’s smart, attractive, keeps himself in shape and has a great sense of humor.” Her eyes twinkled. “With him being a reporter and wearing those glasses, he’s got a certain Clark Kent-ish sex appeal.”
Nadia wrinkled her nose. “Please don’t mention ‘Nelson’ and ‘sex appeal’ in the same breath. Ew.”
Jess smiled. “He’s your brother, so you don’t see him the way other women do.”
Something in her voice had Nadia’s eyes narrowing in speculation.
But Jess had turned away to observe a group of giggling puck bunnies seated in the first row. All were young and pretty with long straight hair and curvy bodies squeezed into short bandage dresses.
Bandage dresses. In an ice rink.
Ridiculous , Nadia thought somewhat cattily. At least her fuck-me dress had long sleeves and reached her knees.
When the hockey groupies appeared on the Jumbotron, they burst into high-pitched squeals and waved excitedly at the huge screen. Appreciative wolf whistles and cheers swept through the arena. When Cobra Starship’s “Good Girls Go Bad” began blaring over the sound system, the puck bunnies jumped to their feet and started dancing like drunk sorority girls at a keg party. The men in the crowd went crazy.
Jess gave Nadia a meaningful look. “This is what I was talking about earlier,” she said, raising her voice to be heard over the loud music. “ Those are the types of chicks who go home with the athletes. Some of them even manage to get wifed up.”
Nadia rolled her eyes and yelled back, “If I have to dress and behave like a trampy airhead to get wifed up, I’ll pass.”
Jess grinned. “Don’t knock the hustle till you’ve tried it.”
Nadia smirked. “More pearls of wisdom from your aunt Sheridan?”
“Hey, the philosophy obviously worked for her since she married a wealthy man. So did her daughter.” Jess paused. “Of course, Caitlyn ended up getting divorced. Twice. Then she lost custody of her daughter. And now she’s living alone in Atlanta, pathetically pining after her childhood crush who’s happily married to some famous
As the teams headed to their respective locker rooms at intermission, the Rebels were up 2-1.
Jess turned to Nadia, her eyes bright with excitement. “That was hella intense. Whew .”
Nadia grinned. “Tell me about it. Hockey definitely isn’t for the faint of heart.”
“No, it isn’t,” Nelson agreed, sitting on her other side. He affectionately tweaked her nose. “Having fun?”
“I am, actually.”
“I knew you would.” He grinned. “And don’t think I missed those flirty little exchanges between you and Reid.”
Nadia blinked innocently at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, right.” He laughed and stood, dropping his reporter’s notebook on his seat. “Bianca and I are going for a snack run. Either of you want another beer?”
“I’ll have one,” Jess said.
“Gotcha. Nadia?”
“I’m good.” She was already buzzed from her first glass of beer. She didn’t want to risk having another one when she still had to make her way out of the arena in her spiky heels.
As Nelson and Bianca set off together, he put his arm protectively around her waist, guiding her up the steps and through the tunnel leading to the upper-level concession stands.
Watching them go, Jess said, “I see those two are still going strong.”
“They are.” Nadia smiled warmly. “Bianca makes Nelson so happy. I love her for that.”
“Your brother’s a really sweet guy. She’s lucky he’s not shallow.”
“What do you mean?”
Jess shrugged. “Bianca’s pretty, but she could stand to lose about thirty pounds.”
Nadia shook her head. “I think she’s beautiful the way she is. And so does Nelson.”
“That’s why she’s lucky to have him,” Jess countered. “Plenty of women would consider Nelson a good catch. I mean, he might not make a lot of money, but he’s smart, attractive, keeps himself in shape and has a great sense of humor.” Her eyes twinkled. “With him being a reporter and wearing those glasses, he’s got a certain Clark Kent-ish sex appeal.”
Nadia wrinkled her nose. “Please don’t mention ‘Nelson’ and ‘sex appeal’ in the same breath. Ew.”
Jess smiled. “He’s your brother, so you don’t see him the way other women do.”
Something in her voice had Nadia’s eyes narrowing in speculation.
But Jess had turned away to observe a group of giggling puck bunnies seated in the first row. All were young and pretty with long straight hair and curvy bodies squeezed into short bandage dresses.
Bandage dresses. In an ice rink.
Ridiculous , Nadia thought somewhat cattily. At least her fuck-me dress had long sleeves and reached her knees.
When the hockey groupies appeared on the Jumbotron, they burst into high-pitched squeals and waved excitedly at the huge screen. Appreciative wolf whistles and cheers swept through the arena. When Cobra Starship’s “Good Girls Go Bad” began blaring over the sound system, the puck bunnies jumped to their feet and started dancing like drunk sorority girls at a keg party. The men in the crowd went crazy.
Jess gave Nadia a meaningful look. “This is what I was talking about earlier,” she said, raising her voice to be heard over the loud music. “ Those are the types of chicks who go home with the athletes. Some of them even manage to get wifed up.”
Nadia rolled her eyes and yelled back, “If I have to dress and behave like a trampy airhead to get wifed up, I’ll pass.”
Jess grinned. “Don’t knock the hustle till you’ve tried it.”
Nadia smirked. “More pearls of wisdom from your aunt Sheridan?”
“Hey, the philosophy obviously worked for her since she married a wealthy man. So did her daughter.” Jess paused. “Of course, Caitlyn ended up getting divorced. Twice. Then she lost custody of her daughter. And now she’s living alone in Atlanta, pathetically pining after her childhood crush who’s happily married to some famous
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