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too much into it because of the distance, though she secretly began
to practice saying Sydney Winchester. She loved how it sounded,
despite how she felt like a teenage girl who just discovered she
liked boys.
    “No plans yet,” Sydney shook her head.
“Well, I mean…I might go to L.A. and see a friend.”
    “A friend or …” Sarah
rubbed shoulders with Sydney. “ … A
friend ?”
    “A friend,” Sydney repeated, though
she knew that wasn’t the truth. She liked Sarah and trusted her but
some of the other coworkers would sell her out to the highest
bidder. “I just need to figure out when.”
    “Well, we should be slow around
Christmas Eve and of course, everyone is closed on Christmas. Will
two days be enough?”
    Sydney had a feeling time with Dean
would never be enough with him. More time to hold him. More time to
laugh with him. More time to make love to him. “I’ll
see.”
    Sarah dropped her cheerful act for a
short moment and became serious. “What’s really going on, Syd? You
seem kinda out of it since you came back. Are you sure everything
is okay?”
    “I don’t know what I want to be when I
grow up.” Sydney finally revealed. “I don’t think I’m cut out for
retail for the rest of my life.”
    “Well,” Sarah leaned on the counter,
“what do you want to do?”
    Become a hockey
wife? “I’m not sure,” she replied, “I just
don’t think I’m going to be here much longer. But I need a game
plan.”
    “What are you passionate about? What
gets you going?”
    “That’s the thing! I don’t know.
Everyone knows what he or she is passionate about and I don’t. I
guess I’m just boring that way.”
    “That’s not true! Everyone
has a passion about something . You just need to figure
yours out.” Sarah insisted before she left. “You’ll figure it
out!”
    Sydney finished her cappuccino. Sarah
was right. Dean was passionate about hockey. Sarah was passionate
about sales. And then there was Sydney was who was passionate
about…what? Couponing? Gossip message boards? Trashy reality shows?
So many superficial things and none of which made her get out of
bed on a daily basis.
    She threw away her cup when
she received a text from Dean. How’s my
girl doing? Sydney quickly replied back and
smiled. It seemed no matter whatever mood she was in, Dean always
cheered her up. He had a sneaky way of doing that.
    ****
    I’m trying to figure out
what I want to be when I grow up.
    Dean smiled at Sydney’s
reply and texted her back. Have you figured
it out?
    Not yet. Still working on
it.
    Come to L.A. and I’ll help you figure
it out.
    I bet you will.
    What? What’s that supposed to mean?
I’ll be a good little choirboy and I won’t touch you at
all.
    And you know that’s the
problem, right?
    You can spank me if I
misbehave.
    Boy, don’t you threaten me
with a good time…
    “All right, man,” Dean’s teammate,
Zach Clayton, nudged him. He was a tall bearded man, with not a
single ounce of body fat on him. He was easily recognizable with
his half-blond/half-dark hair, which led to Dean nicknaming him,
Two-Tone. “Put that damn phone away! You’ve been staring at it for
most of the night, anyway.”
    “I had to take care some important
business, man.” Dean shoved his phone in his jacket. “Now that it’s
done, I’m here.”
    “Is she pregnant?” Another teammate,
Caleb Swagger, chimed in. A mammoth at over six feet tall and built
like a linebacker, Caleb had the charm and suave of a thousand men;
hence his last name.
    “What? No!” Dean replied, though he
did wonder what a baby comprised of him and Sydney looked like. He
hoped to heaven the baby would have the mother’s looks and
definitely her teeth. “Can we talk about something
else?”
    “Sure, we can talk about something
else,” Kyle Blake took a swig of beer. Menacing with two full
sleeves and eyes that dared his opponents to try him, Kyle quickly
got the nickname ‘Vicious’ for his ruthless hockey play.