I want to be a little more like Nina Alstyne.
So, on the way home, I do something I haven’t done in years—I pick up the phone and dial my dad’s number. But on the second ring, I lose my courage and hang up.
I don’t answer when he calls back a minute later, and when he calls again, I put my phone on silent.
20
RHODE
“Well, look at that, ladies and gentlepeople,” the announcer says on the hotel bar TV. “After many speculations and rumors of retirement, the indomitable Rhode Tremblay is back on the ice, stronger, more focused, and hungrier than ever before. Just look at the way he took that hit today and still secured a shutout. The Guardians really are on a lucky streak!”
Flinching, I take a swig of my nonalcoholic beer. I rarely get checked on the ice, and I’ve got this nagging twinge in my groin. An injury down there is pretty much a death sentence for a goalie.
I nod to the bartender behind the wooden counter. “Hey, would you mind turning that off for me?”
“You got it, my man.” He changes the channel, shaking a cocktail mixer in front of the colorful liquor bottles. I release a breath and glance down at the string of texts glowing on the phone screen.
Camille
You’re meeting Andrea Peña to discuss that sponsorship opportunity with ¡Vamos! on Friday. Her assistant booked lunch at Rêveries de la Mer.
It’s fancy, so wear the charcoal suit. No random patterned ties.
Morgan
I’ll be back in town in a month or so for work. Want to get lunch?
I’m still not sure what to say to him, so I switch over to our Puck Buddies group chat.
Cruz
This club’s fucking fire
Get your asses over here
I got bottle service
Dom Pigeon assholes
Me
It’s Dom Pérignon
Cruz
I can’t believe you actually added the accent on that… come out old man
Me
Pass. I’d rather drink my piss beer alone
Cruz
Stop being a whiny ass dick. Yeah, Phil’s badass, but she’s leaving for Argentina. Build a fucking bridge and get over it
Patty
I actually agree with him on this one. Shocking, I know. If it’s not going anywhere, find someone else.