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"So what does that mean? Are you working for the Heatwave?"

"I mean, temporarily."

Huh. "So, then you going into the dressing room won't matter. You’re staff."

She thinks about it for a second and smiles. "Yeah. I guess I am. Looks like you guys still have a chance to win the conference finals after all."

Izzy comes down to the team bench to greet us.

"Alright, Ms. Social Media Manager. What do you suggest?"

"More laughing."

Izzy nods flipping through the photos. "I think you're right. You heard the girl, Fergie. Make her laugh."

I look at Libby in thought. "Last one to the blue crease flips the dinner bill."

I skate off. And I hear Libby scoff before shooting off in front me.

By the time we make it to the other side we're out of breath and laughing.

She wins but still slaps me on the arm when I get to her.

"Rude," I already paid twenty five big ones you want me to pay for your burger too?"

I huff out a laugh and turn back to Izzy. "How was that?"

Izzy gives a thumbs up. "Perfect! Lots of smiles."

"Awesome. Let's go get dinner then."

Chapter 14

Libby

"Just the two of you," the hostess asks, her eyes lingering on Michael for just a beat too long.

"Yes," he smiles brightly.

"Right this way," the young girl says ushering us to a table in the corner.

"This isn't burgers," I say to him from the corner of my mouth.

"Never said it was. You just assumed."

The woman sets the one page menus down in front of each chair. Michael pulls out my chair and helps me push it up to the table.

"Such a gentleman," I say playfully.

"Only the best for you," he winks, taking his chair across from me.

The woman clears her throat. "Your waiter will be with you shortly." Then turns abruptly.

"What's her problem?" I nod toward the retreating waitress.

He looks back at her. "I don't know. She did kind of look familiar."

"Did you ghost her, Fergie?"