“Eh, day-to-day,” Jayden said softly. “They are thinking another surgery.”
She let out a long breath. Jayden’s wife, Baylor, had been the first woman to draft into the NHL two years ago and she had been doing great. Well, that is, when she actually got to play. She had been hurt more than she got to play, and that was due to the fact that the men in the league didn’t take it easy on her. Not that they should, but still, Baylor was having a hard time with it all. Because of that, Jayden was having a hard time. He was worried about her, as he should be. But he was the new captain of the Assassins, and Lucy worried he wouldn’t be able to keep his position when he was so consumed with concern for Baylor. It sucked, but hopefully, they would figure it out. But even Lucy knew a third surgery to Baylor’s knee wasn’t good.
“Well, if you need anything, let me know.”
“Yeah, ’cause you aren’t jam-packed with shit,” he shot back at her and she rolled her eyes.
“I’m trying to be supportive, asshole.”
He laughed. “I know and I love you for it.”
“I love you.”
“Good, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, yeah, bye.”
Hanging up the phone, she set it down and shook her head. The best thing would be for Baylor to just quit the NHL, but everyone knew she wouldn’t do so willingly. Which was scary. Just more shit to worry about, she figured as she let out another long breath. Baylor was more headstrong than Lucy was, so Lucy wouldn’t hold her breath on her leaving the NHL. They’d have to drag her out.
Picking up her folder for the MacKenzie job she was working on, she opened her laptop and got to work. It was her biggest job to date. A six-bedroom home that Jayden had gotten for her after he basically pimped her to all the guys on the Assassins. He was good like that, and she was excited, but MacKenzie’s wife, Michelle, was an idiot. She wanted to decorate the house the way a teenager would. Pink, glitter, and leopard were her wishes, and while Lucy thought Michelle was on something, she still took the job. She would tone it down, but she’d give the client what she wanted.
Because she needed the money.
She wasn’t struggling or anything, but she wanted to give Angie a good house. A big one with a huge yard and room for her play. She wanted to show Rick that she sure as hell didn’t need him. Yeah, he rubbed it in her face that he had a new house, but that was because his mom had bought it for him. He still bragged, though, and she couldn’t wait until the day she had everything she dreamed of. Because she had worked for it. To do that, though, she had to work and pay off her debt that she and Rick created during their short, hellish marriage. And because of that, she would put glitter on top of leopard if that meant she got paid. She just hoped that Michelle would like her ideas a little more. She had to keep her reputation, for God’s sake, and glitter on top of leopard for two twenty-five-year-olds was not going to do that.
Maybe she could pass it off as a teenager’s room on her webpage?
She didn’t get too far into orders before her phone rang once more.
“Gah,” she complained as she picked up her phone and saw it was her mother. Letting out an annoyed breath since she had so much to do, she knew she couldn’t ignore her mom. Not because she didn’t want to—she did—but because Autumn Sinclair would call back until she got ahold of her.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Honey! Guess what?” her mother cried out.
“What?” she groaned, not matching her mother’s excitement.
Her mother squealed, “River proposed! I’m getting married!”
Her heart stopped.
She knew she was supposed to smile. That she was supposed to be happy. Her mom was getting married! She was happy, and that’s all Lucy wanted for her after the nasty divorce from her sperm donor of a father. But in some weird, misery-loves-company way, Lucy liked that she and her mom were both single and lonely. Well, that was until Coach came around, but she’d never thought her mom would get married again.
Before her.
God, she was pathetic!
And an asshole. She was an asshole.
Letting her head fall to the table as she held back a groan, she closed her eyes tightly.
Wow. Could this week get any worse?
“I love this weather. It’s not cold but it’s not hot, and you need a coat, y’know?”
Talk.
Fucking talk.
Move your mouth.
You haven’t been laid in months.
Okay, years.
You need this!
She’s willing!
Jesus, you’re hopeless.
Looking away, Benji Paxton shook his head as the beautiful blonde eyed him with confusion lacing her blue eyes. She probably thought he was interested. Probably thought he wanted to go home with her. Hell, he needed to go home with her. It had been way too long and they were clicking. He was ignoring his friends just to talk to her, but something was holding him back.
She just wasn’t his type.
She was too much like her.
Like Ava.