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Management liked to keep things as drama free off the ice as they could. On the ice provided plenty of fodder as it was.
And Mac’s contract hadn’t been renewed yet. Would media scrutiny affect how that turned out? He hadn’t talked to us about it, but it was obvious it was weighing on his mind.
I loved being in Vancouver, but if he transferred to another team, I would follow him. Em would, too. We talked about it one night when he was snoring so loud, he woke us up. He had enough to worry about with the cup and maintaining his status as the team’s star player, so we were waiting until he brought it up.
He was incredible during the last game, and I knew he would be just as invincible tomorrow.
I squeezed Em’s hand, and she smiled softly. Less than an hour ago, I was inside her. I shifted slightly and her eyes flicked down to my hips. A slow smile crept across her face, and she leaned against me.
“Thinking about earlier?” she whispered.
“Always,” I murmured.
Coach Locke strolled up, deep in conversation with Strelow and Lightning. The three of them took the rest of the seats around Julie, leaving one space open for Mac next to Em.
He sauntered up, balancing three drinks that I rushed to help him set down safely.
“Six o’clock,” he muttered.
“What?”
He lifted his chin. “Behind me. Tall, dark hair. At the bar—”
Em whipped around and groaned. “What about red hair next to him?”
I turned, and they both grabbed me.
“Don’t be so obvious,” Em hissed.
I pushed their hands away and looked. Two Instigators were getting drinks at the open bar and laughing about something.
“Red hair is Preston Ledger,” Mac said, his eyes locked on the dark-haired man. “We played against each other in the minor leagues. That guy, though—”
I cleared my throat, but neither of them flinched as they rubbernecked the two men.
“They’re both Instigators. Isn’t that like your sworn enemy?”
Mac licked his lower lip and shook his head. “We’re not even on the same level.”
I rolled my eyes—neither of them saw.
The two men wandered around the room until they spotted some other team members and sat with them. Scanning the small crowd, I recognized someone else heading toward the same table.
“That’s Lucas Tyler.” I nodded toward him, and he waved before taking a seat next to Preston. “Want me to wave them over?”
Em’s eyes widened. “Don’t you dare.”
She grabbed my hand as I waved back to Lucas. I laughed and kissed the back of her hand.
“Don’t worry. I know him from school. I’m not waving him over.”
Mac shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind—”
“Our house is perfectly full enough,” I growled, no longer finding any of this funny. “Keep it in your pants.”
Mac laughed and grabbed his glass. “Is Bardot jealous?”
I glared at him, and he laughed harder. Em joined in and I motioned for them to lean in close.
