An odd combination of annoyance and gratitude swirls together in my gut, forcing a sigh from deep in my chest. “Had a crush. And having a one-night stand with a celebrity hockey player is not on my Bingo card.” “Bucket list. And had, my ass. I know you have that dumb sports channel programmed on the clicker.” Glasses clink together in the background, and the faint sound of lofi can be heard somewhere behind her. “Also, I threw you my phone. It had his damn picture on it.”
