She drew her lips into a thin line. “Okay, yeah. You're right. Sorry. I'm just … in bad mood, I guess.”
“Can I ask you something, Honor? The hell does it matter to you if I'm an athlete or not, anyway?”
She sighed and looked out her window. “Because Ijustgot this ice girl job, which I need, and Madison told me about our no-fraternization policy with you guys. And it sounds like they take itextremelyseriously.”
“Yeah—sure they do.” I laughed. Hard. “That was sarcasm too, by the way. Just in case you missed the joke again.”
“Thanks. I got it that time.” Honor forced a smile at me—butdamn. Even her fake and obviously pissed off smile tugged at my heart.Another thing I hadn't felt since the old days.
I kept my eyes off the road, soaking up the warmth of her smile for as long as I could.
She's actually really cute.Man.I kinda-sorta wanted to have her.
“To tell you the truth, Honor? I've never evenheardthat rule was a thing. News to me.”
“Yeah, right.” Honor rolled her eyes away from me. “Madison also told me how you guys are rich and charming, love to flirt with us, and will sayanythingtoget between our legs.”
I grinned. “Yeah, that's pretty much all true. She's got a point.”
“Blah. You're gross.”
“Yeah? Too bad, because you're cute.”
“I thought I was a pain?”
“Maybe I like pain.”
“Wow,” she laughed. “Good to know, but you'll have to find your pain elsewhere. I've got a boyfriend … so you can stop flirting with me now.”
I lowered my foot on the gas and opened the engine up a little as I merged onto the highway. I'd spent enough time on defense with her—it was time to go on the attack.
“Ah, a boyfriend. So was I right? Is he the one who forgot to pick you up and left you to freeze in the rain?”
She deflated in her seat like a balloon with a slow leak, and she made a noise like one, too. She stared out her window quietly.
“Just a lucky guess.” I shrugged, and added whimsically: “Well, who knows—maybe he's busy with other things. Won't happen again, I'm sure.”
I hadn't meant it. I knew that wasn't the case. It never was. Guys don't justforgetto pick a girl like her up—either he was already fucking around on her, or heisso busy he forgot. In which case, he's probably already made a bad habit of neglecting her.
Either way, it was bad for him, and good for me.
“No,” she said quietly. “I don't think he forgot.”
“No?”
“He didn't want me to do this—the try-outs, I mean.”
“Why not?”
“I don't wanna talk about it.” She sighed. “God, I hope he didn't stand me up on purpose … he can be spiteful like that.”
I bit my tongue. I could tell she had more to say.
“Me and Todd—we were actually at the game last week. When you guys played against Florida.”
“Yeah?” I discreetly ground my teeth, remembering how I'd blown the game tying goal. “Not my most pleasant memory.”
“The point is, when you missed that shot, Todd jumped up and cheered and laughed in my face. Everyone around us, all the Blizzard fans, gave us dirty stares. I was mortified.”
