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“Going for food, then a bar to watch a game.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Does it?”

I can’t help but laugh. My man might be willing to go out, but he’s still working on not being grumpy about it.

“I could have stayed in and let you suck my cock instead.”

“I could still do that after,” I offer. It’s not like I have to get up for work in the morning.

Cooper does, though, so I expect him to turn me down.

“Let’s see how my night goes.”

Butterflies flutter in my belly at the thought of ending my long-ass day in his bed.

I had a call this morning inviting me in for an interview for the actuary job. I should be excited that I possibly have something on the horizon, but I’m struggling to find any enthusiasm for it.

I spent most of the afternoon researching the company and the role, hoping I'd nail my interview next week. But the more I learned, the more appealing it became to cancel.

This is why I try not to think about my dream job; it makes every other pale in comparison.

Now I’ve got fluttering ideas of what could be, and it’s throwing me off.

It doesn’t matter if this isn’t my dream job in the NHL. Right now, I just need a job. Something to give me focus and get me back on my feet. There will be time for fantasizing about what could be once I’m bored at a desk doing something that barely ignites a flicker of excitement within me.

“You’re gonna have a great time. Have you set up your breakfast date with Kodie yet?” I ask.

It’s got to be the third time I’ve asked, and I’m aware that I should probably stop, but I’m excited about the prospect of them rekindling their friendship. I ended up deep in a Google search the other day and found so many photos and articles about them as boys and teenagers. They were a little dream team who everyone thought were destined to be friends for life. It would be incredible for them to reconnect and maybe find a little bit of the magic they had back then.

“Not yet. Any free time he’s had, he’s been spending with Sutton while she’s on break.”

“Fair enough.”

We chat for a while longer, but before long, a loud banging starts on my bedroom door, and I’m forced to say goodbye.

“What?” I bellow after hanging up and pulling out my earbuds.

“Stop flirting with your boyfriend and get your ass out here,” my sister demands.

“Ugh,” I groan, rolling off the bed and pocketing my cell. “He’s not my boyfriend, and I wasn’t flirting,” I state as I march toward the kitchen where she’s mixing something.

“Yeah, suuuure,” she sings. “Here, try this,” she says, sliding the bowl toward me. “Calvin says it needs more seasoning, but I don’t agree.”

My brows lift as I turn to look at Calvin, who’s sitting on her couch.

“I’m not sure I’m qualified to make this kind of decision.”

“Just try it,” Sienna demands, holding out a tortilla so I can dip it into her guac.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, aware that I’m probably going to start an argument no matter what my opinion is on this.

I let the creaminess of the avocado coat my tongue as I wait for all my taste buds to fire up.

“Well?” Sienna demands when I take too long to give her an answer.

“Honestly,” I say with a wince, “it could do with a little more seasoning. Maybe some chili.”