Allison is in the middle between Matthew and me, holding both of our hands. She points to different things going on when we walk smack-dab into Monica.
Meghan is beside me faster than it takes me to look up. I have to say she really is beautiful. I’m not taking that away from her, but push comes to shove and I will kick her in her vagina if she fucks with me.
“Oh, look what we have here. The Cooper Stone fan club,” she says snidely.
“I’m Meghan. It’s nice to finally meet one of Cooper’s exes.” She cocks her head to the side and smiles.
“Pfft, please. You really think that a Susie homemaker is going to satisfy Cooper? You are just a phase.” She leans in closer to my face. “He’ll come back to me once he gets over his mommy issues.”
I laugh out loud in her face, shocking her and everyone else.
“Mommy issues? Really? Is that what you are going with? I mean, I guess if you look at it I am a mom, so you aren’t mistaken there, but perhaps you should have gone with something else. I mean, let’s be honest here. He came to me. Maybe just maybe he was tired of sleeping with plastic beside him and needed to feel a real woman.”
I push Allison behind Matthew, knowing he will block out what is coming next. “I’m not going toe to toe with you because frankly I don’t have the time nor do I care, but I will tell you this. Your time with Cooper is over. And, by over, I mean it’s a distant memory. Now, if you will excuse me, we have our guy to cheer on.” I look at the side, smiling at Matthew. “Let’s go, guys.” And with that, I walk away from her. I don’t know how she looks or what she does, but I do hear her heels click away.
Chapter Thirty
Parker
When we walk into the arena, we are just in time to see the guys skate onto the ice. The arena is still pretty empty because it’s the pregame skate. Some of the fans are all lined up by the glass, watching in awe. I feel my hand being pulled by Allison, who is following Matthew down the steps.
When we finally get to the glass, Matthew picks her up, placing her feet on the ledge of the board. “Look, Momma, there is Cooper,” she says, knocking on the window thinking that he can hear her. The other men that do see her smile at her, and she waits there. The men take off, doing drills one at a time when finally it’s Cooper’s turn. She shrieks like she just won the goddamn lottery. “Cooper, I made you a sign,” she yells, making everyone else look our way.
I mean, if you are someone looking at us we look like goddamn Cooper fucking Stone stalkers. We are all wearing his jersey. And we all look like we just hit up the candy store. While I’m pondering all the dirty things I want to do with him, Allison whips out a poster from her bag. There written in purple glitter is ‘Stone’s #1 Girl.’ He taps the blade of his stick on the glass while laughing, making my girl giggle. He then takes off his glove and shows her his finger pointing to her with a number one. It makes my heart melt. He then shifts his eyes to me and gives me a chin up followed with a wink. Of course, not one to get all girlie and shit, I proceed to chin him right back. Smiling to myself, I turn around and raise my hair up with my hand so he knows I’m wearing him on my back. I turn my head to the side and wink.
Before he even has a chance to say anything, he’s pushed forward by one of his teammates. But right before he goes to set up the drill, he sees his teammate look at me and wink. He doesn’t even have a chance to smile at me as Cooper has put his whole gloved hand into his face, pushing him back. I throw my head back and laugh.
“Let’s go, Stone, move that ass and show me what you’re made of!” I yell to him and watch him glare at me right before he takes off down the ice, setting up a great play.
Once they skate off the ice and the Zamboni comes back on to clean it, we make our way to our seats. We have the best seats that you can have, right in the corner, four rows up from the ice. Meghan is already in her seat, sipping on beer while holding a pretzel.
“I see you started the carbs party early?” I look at her.
“Fuck off, I diet all week. I can have a fucking pretzel if I want to.”
The response makes me laugh because she doesn’t in fact diet all week long. She is one of those skinny bitches we all make fun of. She has never ever needed to diet or work out.
“Actually, I think you should get a hot dog also. Just to make sure you get all the carbs you can. Oh, look, there is that dashing husband of yours.” Just as she turns around, Tom sits his ass in the chair next to her, throwing his arm around her, dragging her practically right onto his chair while he goes in for a kiss.