You know what I’ve never really understood? How two hours at these charity events feels like forty freaking days and nights.
Oh, and that Jordie guy? Predictable as hell. I’m talking, like, textbook hockey player. Cocky, self-absorbed, and just my luck, unbearably good-looking.
I’ve had a good bit of practice turning down stick-swinging assholes, but it’s been a while since one of them has thrown me off my game like that. Not that it changes anything. When it comes down to it, Jordie’s just like the rest of them—totally not worth the time or effort. And once I send him packing, I’m sure he’ll just move on to the next girl.
Scanning the slowly emptying ballroom, I spot my dad across the way, shaking hands with a few of his players. Of course, Jordie is with them, but I do my best to igno
