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of my desk. Which makes me do two things; the first is tuck those tickets safely into my purse and the second is call Lyndsey to round the girls up for tonight’s game.

    “You have got to be kidding me!” Lyndsey shrieks, following me into my bedroom.
    “No, I’m not. I have four tickets for tonight’s game and a limo will be here any minute to pick us up.” Lyndsey’s mouth is practically on the floor.
    For once my chatty sister is speechless. I turn my back to her and slide open my closet doors. I need to find something not only comfortable, but warm. Lyndsey insists the arena is far from cold, but if it weren't for those mittens last game that caused Cash to look my way, I would have been frozen solid by the end of the first period.
    “Did you already call Olivia and Vaughn and ask them to meet us there?” I ask Lyndsey as she flops onto my bed.
    She nods and I pull my favorite pair of jeans off the hanger. She is lying on her stomach, legs in the air, ankles crossed. Her grin takes up half of her face and her eyes twinkle with a playful glimmer. “This is awesome. My sister is totally going to bang Cash Brooks, and I am going to hear all about it.”
    I roll my eyes. “I’m not going to bang him.”
    “Why not?”
    I slide on a white three-quarter sleeve shirt, pop my head out and scold my sister. “The only reason I agreed to attend the game tonight is because I need Cash to be cooperative with Theo. Which will only make my job a hell of a lot easier. The last thing I need is to get messed up with some brain dead jock and lose focus. We both know me staying in Bexley isn’t permanent.”
    Lyndsey rolls over and sits up on the edge of the bed. “This is Cash Brooks we’re talking about Quinn. Trust me when I tell you he isn’t looking for anything permanent. The guy is known for being a womanizing party animal. Maybe that’s exactly the kind of guy you need right now. My guess is you could probably go for some really hot meaningless sex.”
    I dismissively raise my hand. “I don’t do that kind of thing. You know that.”
    “You’re telling me his rock hard biceps, gorgeous smile and bright baby blues don’t make your insides turn to mush?” She giggles, wiggling her eyebrows.
    “Alright, you got me, okay. Yeah, Cash is insanely hot. Does that make you happy?”
    “Yes.” Lyndsey proudly grins.
    Damn her, cracking me like that.
    Sliding on my jeans, I quickly change the subject. “What’s the deal with you and Louis? I saw the way he was looking at you the other night.”
    “What about him? We’re just friends.” She coyly twirls a strand of her long brown hair, biting her lower lip.
    I wrap a paisley scarf around my neck. “He seems to really like you.”
    “Yeah, well, he’s cute an all, but—” A loud knock on the front door cuts Lyndsey off, and she springs off the bed. “The limo is here!”

    As we pull up to the front of Arch Union Centre my heart picks up pace, pulsing in my chest with excitement. I feel silly getting all worked up over seeing him again equipped in skates and kicking ass on the ice.
    Pull yourself together Quinn. You’re doing this to improve your working relationship with the Bruisers #1 star, not to suck him off after the game.
    I inhale a sharp breath, knowing his hot blue eyes will know exactly where I’m sitting tonight. I’m nervous and aroused and hope to God he doesn’t dare pull any attention to our section. I am still recovering from last game and the embarrassment I felt knowing every single woman in the arena wanted to rip my hair out. But Cash is so impulsively fearless both on and off the ice that I wouldn’t put anything past him.
    Stepping out of the limo, my head jerks up to see Olivia and Vaughn standing a few feet away on the sidewalk.
    Vaughn is Lyndsey’s best friend from high school. She is a snarky red head that most women hate and all men adore. She is studying at the University of California, working hard at getting her Degree