“Stalker much?”
I find it weirdly endearing when Casey confesses to knowing details about my life that prove she’s done more than her fair share of Googling my name. But for Linc to do it? That’s just fucking weird.
“Might have looked you up when your trade was announced,” he admits.
“Lovely. Find anything worth noting.”
“Aside from the stats?”
“They speak for themselves,” I say confidently.
“Not as good as mine, but whatever.”
I scoff. “Believe what you want.”
“I’m serious, though. Did you fuck his future wife or something?”
I think back to our years together. “He’s never been serious enough about anyone to care about that shit.”
“So, you might have?”
“It was college, and we were horny hot-shot hockey players destined for the draft.”
“Say no more,” he says with a laugh.
“I dunno, man. After we got drafted, he just turned into a competitive asshole.”
“Fair enough. This life, the adoration, it can go to some guys’ heads.”
“Some guys,” I tease.
He shoots me a side-eye, and I can’t help but laugh.
“See,” he says, pointing right at me. “This is exactly what I was talking about earlier. You’re fucking laughing, man. It’s beautiful.”
“Uh…thanks, I think.”
“So, am I right to assume that your night improved once I left you alone?”
“Mmm.”
“Oh, come on, you gotta give me more than that.”
“It was great, and I’m feeling much more relaxed now. How’s that?”
“Barely scratches the surface, but whatever.”
“Seeing as you're back this early, I’m assuming it does more scratching than a bunny.”
“I wasn’t interested.”
“Oh? Trouble in paradise?”
“Nah, all’s good. It just…gets a bit much sometimes. I’m sure you remember.”
“Yeah,” I muse.
“So, what’s the plan now? We’re gonna be home for what? Just over a week?”
