She smiles faintly. “This is not a problem like you’re acting. It’s a goddamn blessing. Honestly? I am sick and tired of Boston but I was still going to stick it out if you chose Bruins.”
“I was gonna go with the Rangers,” I admit.
“Give me a sec.” She pulls back suddenly and grabs her phone. I try to lean in and see what she’s doing, but she turns the screen away from me like she’s guarding secrets. A few seconds later, she shoves it in my face. “This team?!”
“Yeah, they’re—”
“Ninth last season,” she cuts in, her eyes wide. “Ninth. How could you even consider a team like that? You deserve better.” She smacks my hand lightly. “You think I want to wear a WAG jacket for some loser team? Oh my God.”
A laugh slips out of me before I can stop it. I tug her back toward me, sliding my arm a
