“Wait, I know you. Brenna Jensen. You’re going out with Jake Connelly!” Lisa suddenly blurts out. The dark-haired goddess narrows her eyes. “Yeah, so?” “So, that’s…you’re so lucky,” breathes Lisa. “Jake Connelly is…” “Is what?” her boyfriend Cory demands, his tone revealing he’s officially fed up with the way his girl has been acting all night. “Finish that sentence, Lisa—he’s what?” I think Lisa knows she’s pushed him too far, because she backpedals as if it’s an Olympic event. “He’s one of the best players in the NHL,” she finishes. “One of?” Brenna mocks. “No, honey, he’s the best.”
