Twisted Collide: The new sports romance in the Redville Saints series
Twisted Collide: Chapter 55

We’re in New York today. The Saints are playing the Empires tonight, but since we have a few hours before the game, and Dane canceled on me yesterday, I’ve decided to take Molly up on her offer to go sightseeing with her.

“So, where to first?” I ask her as we step outside the hotel the team stayed in last night in New York City.

“You’ve never been, right?”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

“Then today, we are tourists.” She winks.

“And as tourists, where should we go?”

“Hmm, Times Square?”

“I saw it last night while we were driving in. Seemed crowded.” I grimace playfully.

Molly laughs beside me. “It is, but isn’t all of the city?” she deadpans.

She’s right. Even now, this early in the morning, it’s insane. I scan the street in front of me, and all I can see is an endless stream of cars and trucks passing us, honking taxis, and masses of people dashing by, all late for something. How they’re already late when it’s only seven in the morning is beyond me. Nothing is even open yet.

Hence, us meeting for breakfast before walking around. Duh. But alas, the city never sleeps apparently.

“Let’s grab breakfast at the diner I saw a few blocks away when we arrived last night, and then after, we can walk downtown.”

“Sounds like a good plan. I can always eat.”

Together, we start to walk, Molly leading the way. “How do you like working for the team?” she asks, and I wonder if this is some sort of trick question. Molly seems observant. I’ve noticed her looking at me and her brother a few times, and I can’t help but feel she knows.

I won’t be the one to say anything. It’s not my place, but it still makes me watch my words carefully. “I actually love it. I didn’t know if I would, but I do.”

“Social media marketing? Was that always what you wanted to do?”

“Isn’t it what our whole generation wants to do?” I tease.

The light turns green, and we have to stop walking so we don’t get run over.

Molly turns to face me. “Yep. Well, not me.”

I narrow my eyes at her, wanting to know more. “Have you always wanted to work for your brother?”

“Hey.” She laughs. “I asked my question first.”

I roll my eyes playfully. “True, but I had hoped I could get out of answering.”

“Ahh, there’s a story there.”

“Oh, there’s a story.” I laugh. “I was actually sent here because I had no clue what I wanted to do with my life. The Redville Saints was my punishment, believe it or not.”

“And is it a punishment?”

I shake my head as I think about the past few months. “No. It’s not. Honestly, I think it’s probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love the energy of working for the team, and I love the marketing aspects too.”

“Who came up with punishment? I can’t see Robert doing this.”

“My mom.”

“Maybe she was on to something.”

I nod to myself, wondering if maybe she was. Perhaps she didn’t send me away to punish me. Maybe she sent me away because she knew I lacked direction. I mean, I do love this. Creating content. Making people happy. It’s a form of art, down to picking the music, the angles, and the fresh, original, funny content. It’s cool to make engaging videos for something I’m not even that into. Hockey.

“We’re here.” Molly brings me back to the present, and I decide to table all thoughts of my mom for a later time when I can think about it. Right now, I’m in the city, ready to see the sights with a new friend.