I’m a girl for gossip.
“Maybe. I don’t know.”
He’s clearly second-guessing himself or the kiss.
“Do you have her phone number? You could text her and suggest coffee. That’s a pretty safe date.”
“I’m not dating her, Nova.”
“Well, obviously not yet.” Grinning, I hold out my hand. “Give me your phone.”
“Why?”
“Do you have her number or contact information?”
“She’s on my social media.”
My eyes light up. “Stalker.” I’m joking with Liam, but he blushes again. So, he has been stalking her social media feed.
He pulls up her profile and slides his phone across the bed. “Don’t comment or hit like on any of her posts.”
“Right. You can’t let her know that you actually like her.” I shake my head and scroll through her wall. There are lots of photographs of her and her friends. There are also several of her at Ice Dragons’ games, wearing their jersey and posing with different players. The pictures are posted over several years as I keep scrolling, even more of them when she was younger. The girl clearly has an “in” with the team. “She’s cute.”
“I know,” Liam says, and his nose wrinkles with a wry grin.
“And she’s single, according to her profile.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not going to ask her out.” Liam yanks the phone from my hand.
Pouting, I gesture for him to deposit the phone back into my hand. “You should send her a message, or I can do it, as you.”
“You’re not contacting her!” Liam scowls and then glances at his phone, staring at her photo, which is still on the screen. His eyes soften, as does the look on his face.
He’s smitten.
“What if I reach out to her, as myself?” I suggest.
“How is that going to help? You’re a stranger.”
“I could tell her I’m a huge Ice Dragons’ fan. My brother plays hockey, and I could ask if she might get him an autograph for his birthday? Since, clearly, she knows some of the players on the team.” It’s the first thought I have, and Liam laughs.
“Fuck, no. Please don’t do that. You’ll embarrass all of us, including Luca, and he will be pissed at you again.”
“What? Why?” I don’t understand why my suggestion is that terrible.
“Kyler Greyson isn’t just some hockey player.”
“Wait.” My jaw drops at the mention of Kyler Greyson. “Her father is the Kyler Greyson? MVP. Star hockey player for the Ice Dragons. Now current owner?”
Liam silently nods.
“Oh, damn. Yeah, you’re fucked.”
“I know.” Liam rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling. He brings his phone above his head, scrolling through more of her feed. “Fucked and horny.”
I shove him with my feet. “Gross.”
“Sorry, but it’s true. She’s hot. Have you seen her in a bikini?” Liam scrolls until he shows me one of her summer photos that she posted of her and the girls at the beach in California.