Chapter 8
EVIE
It was Saturday morning and Evie was pulling up to the rink. It had been over a month since she had seen Cash outside of Conner's gate. A month since their night together, she still couldn’t get out of her mind. She texted him to wish him luck, but that had been it. He had texted her a few times, but she didn't text back. She wasn't sure why, but she was nervous. This was just a meeting about the camp. Cash and Wes would be there, and they would talk about the upcoming camp.
Camp was a month away. She was just thankful that they would be on separate rinks. She still hadn’t been able to get him out of her mind.
As she was getting her stuff together to get out of her car, her phone dinged.
Mom - What time are you going to be there tomorrow?
Evie took a deep breath. The following day was her sister's wedding shower that she was dreading, and not the kind of excited dread she was for seeing Cash. No, this was a bone deep, and real.
Evie - What time do you need me there?
Mom - Well I mean you're the maid of honor you are throwing this.
Evie - We both know that's not true.
Mom - I will be there at the club to check in with the caterer's and staff at 10.
Evie - I'll be there at 10
Mom - See you then.
Slipping the phone back in her purse, she got out of the car. She grabbed her skating bag from the trunk and went into the rink. After this meeting, she had a full morning of teaching. She had the little kids today, then a couple private coaching sessions. Weekends were her busiest time.
She walked in and put her bag down in the back room off the skate rental room. She checked the rink schedules, hoping she would be able to get out of there before open skate started. It looked like it. The meeting started in two minutes, but she couldn't bring herself to go into that room. The mere idea of laying eyes on Cash Hawthorn had her heart racing.
She took a deep breath like she was getting ready for a competition. Her body was buzzing like it used to before a competition. This was insane. But then when she turned the corner and saw Cash and Wes sitting at the long conference table in the meeting room, she realized she was not in the least bit prepared for this.
"Oh good, Evie's here. Let's get started," said Owen, the rink manager.
It was then she was finally brave enough to look down the table at him. It was a good thing she was already seated because her knees would have buckled underneath her at the smile he gave her. Her entire body was pulsing just being in the same room as him. She was done for.