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hell.”
    “Well, someone has to be or nothing would get done around here.”
    “Right. The whole organization would fall apart without a five-and-a-half-foot woman in PR telling everyone what to do and how to do it.”
    “I’m five feet, one and a half ,” Bo said as if they were in junior high and that half an inch was still important. She frowned and pushed her short hair behind her ears. “Why are you here, Jules? Just to fight with me?”
    “As pleasant as fighting with you always is, I was going to see if you’re free for lunch.”
    “I have a meeting in ten minutes,” Bo grumbled.
    He looked at Chelsea. “You free?”
    She glanced at the clock on her phone. She didn’t get the feeling that Jules asked because he thought she and Bo were interchangeable. He was a nice guy. They both had to eat, but she still had to run it by her sister since he’d asked Bo first. “Do you mind?”
    “Not at all.”
    “Good, because I’m starving.” She looked at Jules. “I have to be back at the Spitfire in half an hour.”
    “I know a sandwich shop not far. You can get something and eat it on the way.”
    “Okay.” Chelsea glanced at her sister, who glared at Jules as if he’d done something wrong. “Are you sure you don’t mind?” she asked.
    “I’m sure.” She turned to her desk and picked up the newspaper. “Some of us have to work.”
    “And some of us got the day off.” Jules moved toward the door. “Sucks to be you.”
    “Yeah.” She sighed heavily. “Sucks to be me.”
    “I’ll see you at home later,” Chelsea said as she moved to the door. Bo nodded but didn’t turn around.
    “Did something happen?” she asked Jules as they moved down the hall. “Bo is acting weird.”
    “Is she?” He held open the door for her, and as she passed, she caught the scent of his cologne. “I think all this stuff with the cup is making her more uptight than usual. And she’s usually wound fairly tight.”
    “Maybe.” She dropped her phone into her purse and pulled out her sunglasses. “What can you tell me about Mark Bressler?”
    “I don’t know a lot. I knew him a little bit when I worked for the Chinooks five years ago. I only recently started working for the organization again. I was rehired to assist Mrs. Duffy when she inherited the team. That would have been a month or two after his accident.”
    Chelsea didn’t think she’d ever forget the game the other night. Not only because it had been fun to watch but because during the award ceremony, Mrs. Duffy had walked out onto the ice in a pair of pink skates, and the captain of the team, Ty Savage, had dipped her back and tongue kissed her for the world to see. The crowd inside the Key Arena had gone wild. “That was so romantic,” she sighed.
    “Yeah.”
    She looked up at him, at the sun shining in his spiky black hair. “You don’t think so?”
    “Sure.” He shrugged his big shoulders. “I just hope Ty doesn’t break her heart. She’s a nice person, and I’d hate to see her get hurt.”
    “He retired for her. Not many men would do something like that. He must love her.”
    They walked a few more feet, and Jules opened the door to a little deli and the two stepped inside. The smell of fresh-baked bread made Chelsea’s stomach growl. “Love doesn’t always work out,” he said.
    She knew that well enough. She’d been in love a few times, only to be dumped flat on her behind. But she’d always picked herself back up and moved on. In the past, she’d let lust and love get all mixed up in her head. She’d let a pretty face, hot body, and slick moves convince her that what she felt was love. The kind that lasted forever. The kind her parents had shared. It never had worked out for her, but she was sure she’d find someone someday. “You sound a little cynical.”
    He shrugged, and they moved toward the counter. “I always go for girls who don’t like me or just want to be ‘friends.’ God, I hate it when a woman just wants