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“Hey, gotta get those views somehow. Blood sells in hockey.” “You host a show with Jake Connelly, the most beautiful man in the world. Trust me, you’re going to get the views.” “Nope, nope, nope,” he groans. “You know how I feel when you talk about Connelly’s stupid looks. It triggers my crippling inferiority.”
Like I always say, when Carma closes a door, Destiny opens the window.”
“You know, most people would compliment me on the fact that I won that shootout,” I point out. “Is that what you need from people? To be told what a good girl you are?”
I was already seeing the signs before you went full carpet. With that said, lying on the carpet is always the last straw.”
“Now we mingle.” “Kill me,” he begs. “How do you feel about murder-suicide? I could easily kill you, but I don’t think I can kill myself, so you’ll need to murder me and then take care of yourself. Is that something you’re comfortable doing?” He looks at me. “Forget I said anything.”
“before you get involved with any dude, make sure he’s not the slut of the group. And if he is, get him tested. Because there’s always one slutty boy in every crew.”
“So,” Shane pipes up, and I realize I’ve completely forgotten his presence. “This is…” His head moves between us. “Fascinating.” “What is?” I’m puzzled. Shane nods toward Ryder. “I’ve never heard him speak so many words at one time. And then to punctuate it with a compliment? Did you drug him?” “Fuck off,” Ryder grumbles.
But saying no to men isn’t always an easy task. I’d love to be direct. Confrontational. Look him right in the eye and say NO. The problem with being a woman is that you never know what a NO will get you. Is it going to earn me an understanding nod and an okay, well, have a great night, it was nice talking to you? Or will it get me a you entitled bitch, what, you think you’re too fucking good for me?
“Just all these profile pieces about me being gay and how I’m the first openly gay player to participate in the World Juniors. Stuff like that. Just makes me feel… I don’t know. Like it’s taking away from my talent, I guess. My skill as a player. Focusing on my sexuality when it makes zero difference for this game.” “I’m sure they mean no harm. I bet they just want you to be a role model for other kids like you,” I point out. “Guys who might still be too afraid to come out. That’s not a bad thing.” “I get it. But like I said, just more pressure.
I’ve never seen anyone look at each other like that. I wonder what people see when I look at Gigi.
“You should be prepared,” Owen eventually says, glancing over to grin at me. “For what?” “You’re gonna marry that girl.”
Garrett and Wyatt talk to each other the whole time, while Hannah and I have our own side conversation. I anticipate quite a lot of this in my future.
“Those assholes are going down tomorrow. Don’t worry, we’ll make them regret pulling this stunt.”
“Yeah. Nothing you could have said, or any advice you would have given—or Mom, or Wyatt, or any of my friends—would have stopped me from marrying him. He’s it for me. He’s the one.” I twist my wedding band again. “Like I said, I don’t envision it being perfect. I’m sure eventually the sex won’t be as good—” Dad coughs. “G!” “Sorry, but you know what I mean. The honeymoon phase will fade. We’ll get stuck in ruts and routines and probably want to kill each other half the time. But it doesn’t matter. He’s the one I’m choosing to do all of it with. Like you and Mom.”
“Let’s be real,” he continues. “Your brother’s never getting married—” “Fuckboy till the day he dies,” I agree.