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“We’ll bring it home for you,bébé. With or without him.”
“You better.” She nuzzles her head against his chest in a gesture that makes my heart ache with how raw and real it is. “I intend to break those glass ceilings Cole won’t stop talking about.”
Because I know she means it, I murmur, “We will, G.”
She looks at me. “Iknowyou will.”
I shiver. “That sounded like a threat, little bit.”
“Iamyour pierogi dealer.”
Her doubling down on the threat has me staring at her with big, wide puppy-dog eyes. Still, I have to point out, “Not much of a pierogi dealer when this is only the second time you made them for me since I became a Star.”
When she throws a frozen one at me, I catch it and wink at her.
Korhonen: I wondered when you fuckers were going to let me into this chat
Korhonen: I’m officially labeling this ‘Stars. Huddle. In. Text’ BTW.
Lewis: We didn’t know you were worthy of being included in the conversation
Lewis: But you just confirmed it lol
Donnghal: More like you forgot to add him
Gagné: After I prompted you TEN times, Lewis
Gagné: AFTER it took you almost the whole of last season to make it
Donnghal: Maybe we need a new keeper of the text chat lol
Lewis: Hey!
Greco: What the fuck was that last night?
Donnghal: Which part?
Greco: The part where you and the GM had some kind of silent conversation and suddenly, you’re running HER plays?
Donnghal: You got a problem with winning, douche? Anyway, it was something I came up with recently.
Greco: I wanna know what the fuck’s going on.
Lewis: We won. Does it matter?
Greco: Of course it matters. How the hell are we supposed to keep on winning if we’re not running the playbook?
McIsaac: I don’t see why it matters.
Greco: Because you’re all being shortsighted.
Greco: Look, I hate Bradley as much as you dipshits do.
Greco: If mutiny is the aim of the game, then I’m down for that, but we need to be on the same page.
Korhonen: IS mutiny the aim of the game, Liam?
Donnghal: You said it yourself—Bradley isn’t liked.
