I want to, I really do. I’d prefer to talk to Finn any day than go on this phony date. But it’s for the best. It’ll give him a chance to make friends with the other guys on the team and not have to deal with me and my problems.
“I’ve got, uh, stuff to do that afternoon,” I explain. “Next time?”
“Definitely.”
“Who are you rooming with on the road?”
“Kuznetsov. Apparently, he sets the world record for snoring. You?”
“Berg, but only for LA. We have our own rooms for the rest of the trip.”
Too bad I can’t share with Finn instead of Captain.
It’s yet another ridiculous train of thought that I push far, far, away.
“Lucky you. I mean, having a suite to yourself.”
“You’ll have that luxury someday,” I explain.
“Sure.”
“Yeah.”
I have no idea what to say next. Logic tells me I should head for the locker room, but my brain is on standby and I’m frozen, staring at Finn. Why am I so fucking awkward lately? I’ve lost all my game, even with normal conversation.
“Look, Finn—” I start.
My words dry up as I spot Hugo heading toward us. I know he’s aiming for me, and despite what turned out to be a productive practice, my nerves begin to rattle.
“Yes?” Finn replies.
“You worked your ass off today,” I insist. “We’re ready for next time.”
“I can’t wait.”
With a nod, Finn walks away, and just in time.
“Kirkland.” Hugo steps up to me. “Are you all set for Friday?”
“You’ve texted me with that question three times already. And I’ve already told you, three times, that I’m good.”
Hugo glares at me with narrowed eyes. With his sharp features and slicked back hair, he looks like an angry ferret.
“I’ve set you up with one of the sexiest athletes in the country. You should be thanking me.”
“Well, sorry, but I like to choose who I go out with, not be told.”
He ignores my snarky comment and crosses his arms.
“Good practice?”
“Best one yet. Things are starting to click.”
He raises one eyebrow. “Everything okay with Finn?”
“What is this, an inquisition?” I snap.
“All I’m saying is, give the rookie space, inside and outside of work, alright?”