Page 79 of Rules Of Our Own
“Do you plan to help Mia with her charity?” she asks.
Alex raises a brow like he can’t believe she asked. “Yeah. I’m not sure you know this, but of course we will.”
“No. I know youwouldhelp. But are you willing to help, help? In an official capacity?”
“Yeah?” he replies.
“Okay!” She claps her hands together. “She wants to do this amazing challenge, which is honestly pretty brilliant. She just needs a tiny boost, and you can give her that.”
Mia may not know it yet, but I’d give her anything she asked for. I don’t think I’m capable of saying no. “She know what you’re up to?”
“Kinda. She knows I’ve got some ideas but that I’m still working them out. You know?” Misty talks a mile a minute, and her voice raises in pitch with each word.
Alex nods and grins at her. “Alright then. Don’t leave us hanging. What does our girl need?”
“She needs spokespeople for her charity. She’s got this wicked idea to do an ice water challenge, and she needs someone with a big enough social presence to do it. I figure we can start with you and River, then hopefully rope some other players in. Plus, this is exactly what Damon’s looking for.”
“What, like stick your head in ice water?”
“Something like that.”
“Oh, Lucas would be down for that.” Alex grins.
Misty raises a brow. “What’s with that smile?”
“What do you mean?” Alex sounds anything but innocent.
“Anyway. Will you help?”
“We’ll help,” I say, but then I look at her seriously. “You know Alex and I can do this on our own, but we can’t involve the team without permission from Damon Everette.”
“Oh, I know.” Misty’s brows pull together, and for the first time, she looks something other than happy. “Don’t worry. I know exactly what I’ll do about him.”
* * *
I climb into the passenger side of Alex’s Audi R8. We’re lucky we can leave our things here because there’s no way our gear will fit in this car. It’s sleek, black, and so fucking fast. Alex always had a thing for living a little closer to the edge.
Alex drops his head to rest on the seat. “Do you think she’s alright?”
“Mia?” I tense. “Did something else happen last night?”
“No. Honestly, it’s not fair that she’s still that hot when she’s drunk. Like, at least go cross-eyed or something.”
I bite back a laugh. “I don’t think she would let that asshole get the best of her, but that doesn’t mean she’s okay. She’s doing that thing where she pretends everything is fine when it clearly is fucking not.”
“You sure we can’t kill him?”
I grit my teeth, wishing I was someone other than a hockey player for the first time in my life. “Pretty fucking sure.”
He huffs. “So what are we going to do?”
“We’re going to take care of our girl. Starting with dinner.”
* * *
I knock on Mia’s door, and my chest clenches when I hear her thin voice. “Who is it?”
“It’s us, Love.”