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Ro sighs dreah you”

I pop up and walk back over to the couch, picking up my phone “Don’t you have to be at a class soon?”

“Not today The instructor has the flu so she just ehted backpack instead You should come with me”

I scowl at her “In this heat? No thanks”

“Come on, Gia! Push yourself It would help you, but also ”

“But it’s literally hotter than hell out there,” I say, groaning “If I’ht and I’ll play like shit I’arlic”

Ro gazes ateyes “One hour, that’s it Give me one hour”

Knowing I’et pedicures after”

“Yes! Perfect, because I need one anyway” She grabs her phone and sits down next to o”

“Ten whole minutes, huh?” I say wryly

“Looks like our new hockey teaht,” Ro says “But I heard the tickets are still coet Like a thousand bucks a seat Who even wants to watch hockey?”

An i his banana split cherry in front of his lips pops into my mind

“Why are you s like that?” Ro asks

“I ht He’s actually a pretty nice guy I’ame”

“You meet more famous people at poker tables than I do at shows And they’re always men!”

I shrug “Playing against so them”

“But you did uy? What’s his name?”

“Maverick Hagen”

Ro’s eyes widen “Oh, I’ve seen him on billboards He’s hot”

“He’s not bad,” I say nonchalantly

She elbows me “Wow, I am so convinced”

“Hey, you want o climb a mountain with you or not?”

Ro rolls her eyes and says, “There are steep hills and cliffs, but no ginor it sound like Everest And it’s good for our booties You want your hockey guy to check out your booty, don’t you?”

“We’re just friends”

“Right, because ould you want a hot, successful guy as anything h, how terrible”

I give her a look and say, “I think I like you better when you’re planking”

Ro buries her face in her phone just as a text alert sounds on my phone When I look at it, I feel the sa me play poker