Page 51 of The Recovery Coach
“And that’s how you know you need to check your privilege,” Roxie said.
Livy grimaced but didn’t comment.
“Okay, Roxie, what wouldyoudo then?”
Roxie hesitated, seeming to search her mind for an answer.“I would travel.See every hockey arena in both the men’s and women’s leagues.Interview interesting people.Share the sport I love.And get more hobbies.I wish I had time for more hobbies.”
A lightbulb clicked on in Hazy’s head.Hobbies.That’s what people did.He didn’t have any.Maybe he should find some.
Chapter 19
Olivia
Onlinedatingwasawild ride.In a week she’d gone from being certain she’d never find a partner to being so overwhelmed with options she had to quit swiping.
Connor knocked on her bedroom door.She stood in front of her open closet in the most boring underwear she owned.Her stomach hurt, pain radiating through her reproductive organs.She wouldn’t be putting out, regardless of how well her first date went.She debated throwing some clothes on, but she’d be asking his opinion anyway.She yelled for him to come in.
“Christ, Livy, you could put on some clothes.”
Olivia frowned.He’d never been squeamish about a little nudity.
“I have nothing to wear.This is horrible.All my clothes look like a ninety-year-old grandma bought them for me.”She pulled out a pair of pleated khaki pants with an elastic waistband and held them up for Connor to inspect.
He grimaced.“Who even bought that?Please tell me you didn’t spend actual US dollars on those things.”
Olivia was relieved to inform him she had not, in fact, paid real money for most of the boring items in her wardrobe.
“I haven’t bought clothes for myself in years.Lance insisted on picking out my wardrobe.It was easier to wear what he said than to fight with his mother about what would be appropriate for a social function.The only things I’ve chosen for myself since college were leggings.”
“You could wear leggings; that would be hot.”
She rolled her eyes and whirled to face him, hands on her hips, the ugly old-lady pants abandoned on the floor.“I’m not wearing leggings on a first date.”
Leggings might be her only option.She had a collection of cropped band t-shirts, leggings, and spandex shorts that served double duty as gym clothes and pajamas.
He gave her a shit-eating grin and stuck his hand in the pockets of his sweats, shrugging.He raised his eyebrows.“Why?”
Olivia scrunched her nose.“Because I want to look nice.For once in my life.”
He hummed and backed out of her room, holding the door wide.“You always look nice.”
“You know what I mean.”
Connor bit his lip and studied her.Olivia did her best not to stare at his mouth.She cleared her throat and shifted under the weight of his gaze.
“Maybe I have something you can wear,” he finally said.
She crossed her arms.Connor’s eyes tracked the movement, and if she didn’t know better, she might have thought they lingered on her chest.“I’m not wearingyourworkout gear on a date either.”
“Hey, that could also be hot.Little booty shorts and a sweatshirt you drown in.”
“You said yourself that wearing your name on a date would be off-putting.”
Connor flipped her off and headed down the hallway, expecting her to follow.When she didn’t, he shouted, “It’s not my clothes.Seriously, I might have something.”
She still didn’t follow.Instead, she dressed in a pair of black pants and a white blouse.It looked…fine.Not cute.Not sexy.And definitely not fun.She sighed.
Connor brought back a big, black tote bag.He plopped it on the bed.
