Page 59 of Scoring Chances
“It just went through a renovation.”
“How about your car?” Ryker asks. “Maybe he can help you with it?”
“This is Keelan Landry we’re talking about here. He pays people to do everything.”
“Well, he can’t just stay in drowning in his tears all week. He’s going to drive himself crazy.”
Cassidy pulls herself out of the water. I watch as the water drips down from her hair and onto her curves as she steps up the ladder.
Her skin is more tan after the beach trip and she’s wearing a swimsuit that… I don’t recall seeing before. It’s bright and yellow and I think that’s my favorite color on her.
She reaches for the towel at the end of my lounge chair. “Hey guys,” she breathes out. “What’s wrong with Keelan?” she motions toward the free-floating Debbie downer.
“Rina,” we all say.
“Ah,” is all she says, like that’s the answer to everything.
“My friend Lillian is taking me out on Thursday night. Maybe he should come with us.”
Izzy perks up. “Where are you going?”
Cassidy shrugs. “I don’t know yet. But apparently it’s a cure for heartache.”
She glances over at me for split second.
“Well, sign him up,” Izzy says. “Because right now, if you were to google the word heartache, my brother’s picture would be the first thing to pop up.
“I’ll let Lillian know.”
She asked me for Thursday night off the second she felt well enough. I had no idea it was for a heartache cure. She conveniently left the details out of the request.
“Lillian, the girl who almost married Fergie’s brother?” I ask her.
She nods. “Yep. That’s the one.”
“What’s she doing these days?”
Cassidy furrows her brows, “Why?”
“Just wondering.”
“She’s living her best single life,” she says, sitting on the edge of Cole’s chair.
“Alright, so we got a potential car reno, heartache cures, and skate night. Hopefully all those things come together to help get him out of… whatever that is," Ryker says.
We all look at Keelan who’s slowly dunking his head into the water and then slowly rising, spitting out water. Only to do it again.
“What’s skate night?” Cassidy asks.
“You didn’t tell her?” Ryker says looking at me.
“She was sick as a dog.” I turn to Cassidy. “You know the synthetic rink Keelan has in the basement?”
“Yeah?”
“The team’s coming over to dance. Skate a bit. Shoot some pucks. Pretend we’re a beer league.”
“Oh.”