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me.  It was amazing, and he seemed to know exactly what I wanted and needed at exactly the right time.  By the time we’d showered and settled back into bed together, we were happy and exhausted.
     
    “So, when do we tell people?  You know we have to at least tell Joey and Char,” I said.
     
    “We can tell them, we know that they can keep it a secret, but as for the rest of the world, let’s wait until after the first big away game,” Patrick said.
     
    “This weekend?”  I asked.  I felt Patrick nod against me.
     
    “Yeah.  The last thing I need while I’m trying to get my head in the game is the media whipping itself into a frenzy around me because the news just broke that I’m engaged.”  He laughed.  I grinned; he had a point.  And with this being the new Coach’s first season with them, he had something to prove.
     
    “Right, that makes sense,” I said.
     
    “Thinking about you during games is enough of a distraction as it is.”  
     
    I playfully smacked at his chest. “Shut up, you do not.” 
     
    “I do, I swear.  Even when I’m trying not to, I still do,” he said.  I rolled my eyes.
     
    “Whatever,” I said with a laugh.
     
    “As soon as I get back, we’ll go see Nick and decide the best way to release this without anything detrimental happening to you.  I don’t want the media stalking you or putting you in danger.”  He kissed my forehead gently.
     
    “You’re so sweet,” I said, looking up at him.  He smirked.
     
    “Sometimes.”
     
     

Chapter 14
     
    Charlotte and I decided to meet up before the agreed upon time to meet with Isobel at the spa.  We’d made a whole package deal out of today, opting to book the lunch and relaxing afternoon package for the three of us.  We met up thirty minutes beforehand, a few blocks away at a small coffee shop that had scones that were to die for.
     
    “Over here!”  Char said, waving as Al tried to copy the motion from her lap.  I grinned and nodded, stepping up to the counter quickly to order us a few pastries.  I could almost see her rolling her eyes, and I wasn’t even facing her.
     
    “Shut up,” I said as I sat down across from her and pushed one of the scones across the table to her.  She shook her head.
     
    “I didn’t say a word, did I?”  She snorted.  Al immediately began reaching and she gently pushed the treat from his grasp quicker than I would have been able to manage.  She was getting good at this mommy thing.
     
    “So, what is the plan for today?”  I asked.  Char sighed and sat back a bit.
     
    “I’m not sure.  Do we just come out and tell her that we’re worried about her?  Or do we pretend that this is just a friendly outing?” she asked.  I shrugged.
     
    “I don’t want to alienate her from us, and you and I both know that the normal default response to someone poking at something you aren’t ready to talk about yet is anger and some variation of storming off.” 
     
    “Right.  That’s the last thing we want for her to do,” she said.  We sat there in silence for a bit, nibbling at our food.
     
    “Maybe we could kind of test the waters, you know?” Char suggested.  “One of us says something about being a little concerned and then we see if she starts getting red, like she does when she’s about to blow a gasket.” 
     
    “True, it’s pretty easy to tell when she’s about to be upset.  We should take her tanning sometime, she really is alarmingly pale,” I said with a laugh.
     
    “She doesn’t tan, she burns, remember?”  Char said.  She had a point, Izzy went from ghost white to tomato red in nothing flat.
     
    “There has got to be a way around that,” I said softly, not really to Charlotte.  More to my thoughts.
     
    “Later.  Today, we need to see how close we can get to telling Isobel that she’s in a pretty deep funk,” Charlotte said.  Al let out a wail as she put the last bit of scone in her mouth without giving him