HOLLY
"So...you and Evan seemed cozy last night," Pam remarks from the doorway. Her attempt to casually bring up the topic is terribly lame, but I love her for trying.
I'm packing up my things. The team is headed to San Jose for the third game in this away series - our last of the pregame season. I feel my cheeks get hot and shake my hair, so it covers my face as I stuff clothes in the bag. I have to get on the bus with the team in about two hours and I am mortified. How can I face him this morning, after throwing myself all over him last night? I didn't have a lot to drink, but I guess it was just enough to make me loosen up, to let myself react to this insane chemistry between us. Still, I don't know how I feel about him. He seems sweet and funny, he's definitely sexy, and he makes me feel really good. But pictures don't lie - he's been with lots of women in the past. And I still can't date a player without losing my job.