CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTThe Renegades were on a three game losing streak, and tonight’s match-up wasn’t looking any better. Detroit was leading 4–1 in the third period. Paige went through paperwork at her desk while she listened to the game, occasionally glancing up at the screen.
The roses in the corner of her office kept catching her eye and were a stunning distraction. She still hadn’t responded to Tyler’s many attempts to ask her out. Her heart ached to say yes. But her head always put a stop to the idea. The conflict of interest hadn’t gone away, and so she didn’t know what to say to him. Melanie had stopped asking who the flowers were from, and thank goodness for that.
Crowd noise from the television made her look back at the game. Tyler rushed the net with Kris following on his right.
