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intentions are, I don’t know if I want to be stuck working in promotions for a hockey team.
    “Would you be interested?” Theo asks.
    “In an interview?” I ask.
    “No need for that. The job is yours if you want it. I need someone to help manage the Bruisers social media pages and our website. But mainly I’m looking for someone to help assist with coordinating media events for the team.”
    I glance at my beaming father. The look of pride in his eyes is begging me to accept Theo’s offer. Dammit! I can’t find it in my heart to disappoint my dad. Screw Cash and my damn hormones. I need the job and the experience, so why not?
    “Count me in,” I say, although my voice is a lot shakier than expected. It’s hard to fathom seeing Cash on a daily basis at the arena after being subjected to his inappropriate caveman-like attempt to make me swoon behind the penalty box.
    “Wonderful!” my father exclaims, slapping Theo on the back. “You two will make a great team.”
    “Can you start on Monday?” Theo asks.
    “Definitely,” I say, even though I’m already starting to regret agreeing to take the job.
    I feel a tug on my arm and turn to see Lyndsey holding a bottle of water out to me. Louis and his posse are behind her.
    “Your water.” She peers over my shoulder and waves. “Hi, Theo.”
    Does my sister know everyone? How much time does she spend with the team? She’s like the Bruisers’ goddamn mascot.
    I look over my shoulder and see Theo wave back before engaging in a side conversation with our father.
    “What was that all about?” Lyndsey asks.
    “Theo offered me an internship in Marketing and Promotions for the Bruisers.” I take a sip from my water.
    Lyndsey’s eyes light up. “No way. Please tell me you accepted it.”
    “Well, I wasn’t going to let Dad down,” I mumble.
    My whole life I’ve felt like I’m expected to follow the path my father has set out for me. If he’s happy, it makes my life a whole lot easier. I can’t complain too much about his interference though. Adding sports marketing to my resume would definitely add some versatility to my experience.
    “You will love working with Theo. He’s super focused and on the ball. If you’re looking for a great mentor, he’s your guy,” Louis pipes up.
    “I guess that means we’re going to be seeing a lot of you, then?” Viktor says with a smile. “It must be my lucky day.”
    I take a deep breath and ignore Viktor’s flirtations.
    “Where’s the ladies room?”
    Lyndsey points the way. “We’ll wait for you here.”
    I round the corner into the secluded hall leading to the washrooms, and my heart stops. Cash on the ice, sweaty and dressed in hockey equipment, was sexy, but the Cash sitting feet away, wearing an expensive modern-fit, pastel brown suit, is insanely hot. I eye the two women perched on either side of him on the red velvet chaise. To his right, a long-haired blonde with extensions rests a possessive hand on his chest. To his left, a woman with jet black hair toys with her side ponytail while running the fingers of her other hand through his wavy honey-colored hair.
    His piercing blue gaze snaps to mine, and he tilts his head to the side, studying me. A cocky grin curves his full lips. I move forward, unable to breathe as his stare slides down my peplum dress, stopping once at my breasts and once at my hips. His eyes lock with mine and I fiddle with the gold-toned slider bracelet around my wrist. He pushes up from the chaise, abandoning the two women feeling him up in the corner. I turn away, and as my palm slams against the door of the ladies’ room, a big, warm hand closes around my wrist.
    Cash spins me around and I press back against the wall beside the door. He cages me, his palms flat on either side of my head. He leans toward me, his mouth inches from my face, so close I can the warmth of his breath tickling my cheek. He smells ridiculously good, like honey and cinnamon.
    “Mittens,” he whispers,