“Looks like you’ve been Fished.” Zara chuckles, but I don’t have time to dwell on it. My brothers skate out together thirty seconds later. They read the cue card and look at each other. Pierre shakes his head and storms off.Rude.But then I realize and look at Felix, who bursts out laughing.
“Too soon?” I ask.
“Yeah, too soon for both of us,” he says, walking back along the tunnel, shaking his head but laughing.
“That’s hilarious, we kind of need to keep that.” Zara laughs.
“He will kill me.”
“Too soon?” Zara adds, and we all burst out laughing.
“It’s kind of funny, though.” Billie smirks.
“It’s also like the elephant in the room with everyone. It’s like you kind of just addressed it, and now everyone can move on,” Marlowe suggests.
That is true. “We’ll splice it in.”
“Also, be careful with Fish,” Zara adds.
I still.
“He was totally flirting with you,” Marlowe states.
“He was doing it for the camera. The guy is as cocky as they come.”
Billie raises a brow. “He is cocky, but he wasn’t doing it for the camera. He’s a natural flirt. Is he hot? A thousand percent. But is he trouble? One million percent. Last season, a puck bunny tried to blackmail him over compromising photos. He told her to release them, he didn’t care. He thought everyone should enjoy seeing his dick. The boys iced her out for threatening one of their teammates.”
Gross.
“The boy is hot but trouble.” Marlowe shrugs.
“I’m not interested. I don’t date hockey players, plus my brothers would kill him.”
“Good. Because he’s seen fresh meat and is going to try to charm your panties off you,” Zara states, looking at me.
“It won’t work, I’ve grown up around his type all my life. Has he done it to any of you?” I ask.
They all shake their heads. “Flirted, yes, but we all love our jobs and would never,” Marlowe answers for them.
“I’m into older men anyway, not players,” Zara tells me.
“Give me a man in uniform, and not a hockey one.” Billie grins.
“I like footballers more.” Marlowe winks at me, which makes me laugh.
“Does that mean you are all single?”
“It’s New York City, babe. There are no good men around,” Billie moans.
“I bet there were cute cowboys in South Dakota, though.” Zara grins.
“There were,” I chuckle, “but everyone knew everyone back there.”
“You’re a St. Pierre. Everyone is going to know you here as well,” Billie adds.
“I’m not famous.”
“Your brothers are the biggest things in hockey, so of course people know who you are,” Zara explains.