CHAPTER FOURTEENPaige hurried to her office as soon as the guys got on the ice. There was no reason for her to be out there today, and she had no desire to be anywhere near Tyler. With any luck, he’d been too drunk to remember who he went to bed with last night.
Melanie’s heels clicked behind her in the hallway.
“Paige, can you look over these media requests?” Melanie stepped into the office and handed her a manila folder of papers. “I can’t imagine they’ll be any different than normal, but just in case. Don’t forget to give them each a time limit. Look over their questions—no duplicates, and nothing about personal lives. Check the email and voicemail too. I have a few things to take care of, but as soon as you’re done you can leave.”
“Sure thing, Melanie.” Paige put the folders on her
