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Chapter Thirteen
The next day, Kelly called Bonnie a few hours before she was due
in. Okay, so I ve got a question&
Uh-oh. This is rarely good news.
Kelly laughed. Such a pessimist!
That s me, Ms. Pessimist, Bonnie answered. She was actually
one of the most positive people Kelly had ever met, and she was the
perfect complement to Kelly s sometimes paranoid and fretful
existence.
I was thinking of trying to go see the guys play tonight
And you want me to work alone? No problem.
Really? Are you sure? I ll make sure everything is ready by the
time you get in, and if it gets too busy you can call me and I ll leave
the game to come help.
Bonnie snorted. I m not going to call you at the game. We ll
handle whatever comes our way. And I have no doubt that every little
thing will be done by the time I walk through the door. I ll probably
be bored.
I doubt that. It is a Thursday night, after all. Are you sure you re
okay with me taking the night off?
Honey, you work, what, sixty plus hours a week? Yes, it s fine to
take one night off. Now stop worrying. I ll be in at four.
Thanks. I appreciate it.
Stowing the phone in her pocket, she went back to her prep list for
the day. Pulling out the tomatoes from the walk-in fridge, she put
them into the slicer, one after another. Doing work like this and
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coming out with a large bowl of something that was ready to use
always gave Kelly a sense of satisfaction.
She then turned to the bacon. One of the specials today was a
bacon cheeseburger. Mostly she tried to make everything to order, but
she d found that precooking the bacon partway made it crispier,
which was always popular. After cooking each batch, she separated
them into groups of three and placed them between pieces of paper
towels so Bonnie could just scoop up a portion later. Turning back to
the stove, she stirred the soup of the day a garden vegetable with a
dollop of pesto on top that was one of her favorite recipes. With that
task completed, it was time to make the pesto for the soup.
A few hours later, she had everything ready to go. Bonnie came in
and shooed her out of the kitchen, and she ran home to take a shower
before the game started at seven. She d called the guys earlier, and
they had been thrilled to hear she was coming to watch them play.
They hadn t known who would be starting, but she won either way.
Both of them had insisted on leaving a ticket for her at will-call. The
thought of surprising them had sounded good, but since they d never
even know she was at the game, what with the nineteen thousand
other screaming fans, she figured it was a better idea to tell them of
her plans. They d given her instructions about how to get down to the
locker room after the game was over, too. She was both nervous and
excited. She hadn t been to a game since she d gotten involved with
them and knew it would be a very different experience now that her
heart was engaged.
Kelly thought about stopping in the Intimidators store to buy a
personalized jersey, but which guy s name would she put on the
back? She already had a blank jersey and decided it would be a better
idea to wear that. Maybe she could get one of each of their jerseys at
some point, but buying two personalized jerseys in the team store
would cost almost as much as she took home in a week of work, and
she just couldn t justify the expense.
112 Cassandra Carr
With a pair of comfortable jeans, her black leather boots, and her
jersey on, she made her way to the arena, parking in a lot close-by,
since she was alone. Joining the throngs of fans, she made her way
inside and picked up her ticket. It was closer than she d ever sat
around six rows behind the players bench. Her heart turned over in
her chest at the thought of seeing her guys play.
Kelly arrived in time to watch warm-ups. After she settled into her
seat with a slice of pizza and a cola, she looked down at the ice.
Scott s goalie mask was perched on the top of his head, and he was
staring up at her. When they made eye contact, he gave her a slow,
sexy smile and her insides melted. Leo was taking shots, but when he
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