Free Nate (The Princesses of Silicon Valley - Book 4) by Anita Claire Page B

just gets easier, more relaxed. She tells me this is her first hockey game ever. She’s never even watched a hockey game on TV. This should be interesting; I just pray she doesn’t talk about lame shit the entire time. Maybe taking her was a mistake. My sister follows the sport but….
    Our tickets are amazing, three rows behind the bench. Our seats are at the end of the row. I situate Juliette so she sits on the far side of the partners and physical therapists. They each give me a surprised look, as in I got in town two days ago and show up with a pretty girl on my arm. As the game starts I start chatting with Juliette, she looks at me out of the corner of her eye, points to the ice, “Aren’t you going to watch the game?” Damn, I like this woman.
    After about five minutes she asks, “Off sides, in soccer you’re off sides when an attacking player goes behind the line of defenders before the ball has been kicked to them. I was reading about hockey and I’m totally confused by the rules?” Explaining the blue line to her, I spend the rest of the game breaking down player strategy then showing her how the guys are either doing it well or messing up. The docs on the other side of me point out each of the players and the surgery’s they’ve performed on them. Many of the players have had some kind of orthopedic injury. At one point one of the team’s trainers comes over to talk to us. Luckily, no one gets injured during the game. It’s been a fun game; I look forward to taking Juliette again. As I illegally park in front of her place I don’t even ask if I can come inside, I just try to keep her in the car kissing me for as long as I can.
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    First thing Monday morning I get my apartment key so I can unload my personal possessions and shop for what I need. As I get settled in, I text Jamie: Dinner tomorrow, your choice, I pay.
    Jamie and I meet at a Cuban place in Mid Town Palo Alto. We each get a beer as we toast to living near each other. My sister is great; I have no idea why she’s going out with Tyler. Not thinking to deeply about this before dinner, I wait until we both have had a drink and have eaten some dinner before I broach the subject.
    “How long have you been seeing Tyler?”
    She gives me a weary look, “Why do you ask?”
    “You never mentioned a boyfriend. Last month when I was here, he wasn’t around. When I show up, I see you’re living with this guy. You’re my sister; I just want to know more about him.”
    “Nate, don’t give me your shit. I like Ty.”
    “What, I’m just asking. Do you have anything in common with this guy?”
    “This is like the pot calling the kettle black.”
    “What does that mean?”
    “Really, I know you. You’ve been giving Ty that look of yours. The ‘I’m going to beat the shit out of you’ look you get. This is my life; Ty makes me happy, just leave it.”
    “You’re better than this guy. I just don’t want to see you get involved with some—” I never getting to finish my sentence as she breaks in.
    “Really, you’re in no position to judge, not after you get yourself engaged to Mariana.”
    “What the hell does that mean? Mariana had a job.”
    “Your issue with Ty is his job?”
    “That’s a start.”
    “Your other issue is his tattoos? You have tattoos.”
    “Not the tattoos.”
    “Look Mariana was a whack job and you wanted to marry her. You have no room to say anything about Ty to me.”
    Sitting back in my chair, I realize that I’m handling this all wrong. Any argument I have she brings up Mariana. Why didn’t Jamie ever like her? How do I get Jamie to dump this guy?
    Jamie finally says, “I get it, Ty rubs you the wrong way. I never gave you shit for Mariana even though I never liked how she treated you, and the two of you had nothing in common.”
    “We had lots in common?”
    “What, name three things you liked to do with each other…out of the sack?”
    “This conversation is about you and Tyler, not about me and