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it. “Maybe there’s a buyer in the wings. Maybe
someone will come forward soon.”
    “Maybe.” But I doubt it.
    “In the meantime, I’d like to find Lamont and kick his boney
old ass.”
    Garrick smiled, still staring into the water. “Yeah, well,
you’ll be in his neighborhood in about three days. Maybe you should do that.”
    “What?”
    Garrick stopped day dreaming and looked at Savannah. They would be in Lamont’s neighborhood later that week. The next game on this road trip
was on Cape Breton Island—home of the Sydney Snow Dogs, the Cabot Trail, and
Edwin Lamont.
    “You’re a genius.”
    “I am?”
    He smiled. “Yes, you most certainly are!”
    She was watching him like he was a few cards short of a full
deck. “Care to tell me why?”
    “Nope,” Garrick replied, his mind already racing to what
he’d have to do to make it work. He grabbed Savannah by the upper arms, hauled
her up to him, and kissed her on the forehead before she could do more than
squeak out a feeble protest.
    “Hey!”
    “You are a genius though. I’ll explain the rest
later.” He let her go before she could even think about shoving him away.
    “You better!” she called as he jogged out of the pool room,
dialing Rhian’s number to ask him to meet Savannah in the gym and escort her to
the arena.
    She wouldn’t like it, but she’d survive. And so, maybe,
would the Ice Cats.

Chapter Seven
     
    Four nights later, Savannah stood outside the Sydney Harbor
Hotel, the blistering cold, damp wind coming off the Atlantic chilling her to
the bone. Of course, her bones were a lot more exposed than usual, which didn’t
help.
    Shifting, she stomped her heels on the red carpet, trying to
find some warmth for her virtually bare legs. She might as well have been naked
from the knee down for all the protection her thin stockings offered.
    In hindsight, how she’d come to be standing outside the
team’s hotel dressed in a skirt, blouse, and actual high heels was a complete
mystery to her. In the days since Garrick had declared she was a genius, she’d
seen very little of him except to prepare him for the games against the Halifax
Thunder, while he was on the ice for those games, and when they’d taken the
team bus here to Sydney for their series against the Snow Dogs. Not during any
of those times had they had a chance to speak privately.
    Not that she’d missed him, of course.
    She shivered and burrowed her chin deeper into the lapels of
her wool coat, wishing she’d left her hair down and that the hem of her coat went
a hell of a lot closer to the ground than mid-thigh.
    Okay, she had missed him. Mostly because without him
to keep her company, she’d been foisted off onto Rhian, Mark, and even Mike and
Alexei at various points. Having Garrick as her shadow was frustrating. Having
all these men aware of her situation and forced to traipse around after her was
humiliating. She’d been ready to call Garrick and leave him a scathing
voicemail about his big mouth until Mark made an off-handed comment about
having to call Rhian for his shift. With horror, she’d realized that Mark was now
the one arranging her constant escorts.
    Somehow, no matter how annoying Garrick had been with his attempts
at subtle machinations, it had never pissed her off like learning Mark was
doing it. If he thought Bobby was that fucking dangerous, why didn’t he fire the asshole?
    Guess it paid to have a father who owned half a city.
    Another shiver shook Savannah and she looked longingly at
the warm lobby through the glass doors. What she wouldn’t give to be in there
by the fire.
    Actually, she knew what she wouldn’t give. Her reputation. The
escorts were bad enough. Being spotted dressed up in a skirt and heels and
going out with a teammate would be a disaster.
    So here she stood, freezing her buns off after having sneaked
through the lobby like a truant teenager. She stomped her feet again and prayed
for the car Garrick had promised would pick her up.