Chapter Three: The Inevitable
(Re)Meeting
We
finally see an interaction between Hayden and her father, Presley, the team
owner. They’re watching the game up in the owners’ box and Hayden is not
enjoying it in any way, shape, or form. In fact, she spends most of the time
lamenting to herself that she’s there and thinking about growing up with her
father as a coach. She apparently idolized him and he made sure to take the
time to take her to art museums and encourage her interests until she was an
adult.
We
also learn that her stepmother, Sheila-the-soon-to-be-ex, is only two years
older than Hayden, which means I can finally pinpoint ages. Her father,
Presley, we know is 57. And Sheila is 29 years his junior, making her 28 and
thus Hayden 26. Which, yeah, there’s very little likelihood she could have
gotten a PhD by then. (Assuming college at 17, graduation at 21, grad school
with a masters in passing, she could maaaaaybe have just finished one. But we
know she’s still working on it, and the text tells us she’s been teaching full
time, explicitly four classes at least the previous semester.) I won’t rehash
my point about academia any further, however.
Evidently,
Presley had really invited Hayden to come watch the game because his lawyer
wants Hayden to give a deposition since apparently she’d been there when the
prenuptial agreement had been signed between her father and Sheila. The
soon-to-be-ex is claiming that she was coerced into signing the prenup, so
Hayden needs to go on record that Sheila was in her right mind.
By
the time this conversation concludes, it’s three minutes to the end of the
third period, although Presley has to explain that to Hayden. Is she incapable
of looking at the scoreboard? Seriously, I get being ignorant of a sport. I
have done my best to remain willfully ignorant of (American) football (and for
that matter, soccer), for example. I have zero idea why men are parading up and
down the field and hitting each other a lot, and most importantly, why the heck
they’re stopping all the time. And I honestly don’t want to know. But I promise
you, if I had been raised as a coach’s daughter, filling in my coloring books
behind the team bench, I’d at least know when the game was ending. Hayden feels
“stupid for asking and even stupider for not knowing” (43) and here I have to
agree. I’m not saying she should have a finely tuned appreciation for the
game’s nuances, such as whether a particular hit was legal or even what icing
is, but to know when the period is going to end because the GIANT SCOREBOARD
says so? That’s not too much to ask.
Here,
let me help with a few important hockey terms, from Slap Shot: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_w4MV_LwMw I’m afraid I can’t help with the part where
you read a scoreboard to find out how much time is left, however.
Presley
offers to show Hayden around the arena post game and she reluctantly agrees.
I’d like to point out that evidently she really and truly managed to ignore the
entire game really well, or else Brody played really unnoticeably for a star
scorer. Else surely his name would have been said by the announcer if he’d
scored a goal, made an assist, or taken a penalty, or even if he was in the
starting lineup. The owners’ box isn’t soundproofed—that’d be silly but also
the narrative specifically mentions “a deafening buzz followed by a cheesy
dancebeat” at one point (42). Again, this has to be a choice in order for the
re-meet in the next scene to be a complete surprise, but it makes Hayden seem
incredibly unaware (although that was already accomplished by her not knowing
how to read the scoreboard.)
Post
game, Brody showers, notices he’s already getting a bruise from the player he
was warned about earlier in the chapter, and dresses quickly so that he can go
back to Hayden’s hotel in the hopes of more sex. (Oh, less importantly, the
Warriors won and are now up by two games in the first-round.) He dashes out of
the locker room, “promptly colliding with a warm wall of curves” (43). I’m not
really sure why that description bothers me, but it does. The narrative has
described Hayden as petite (but curvy!) many times, so “wall” seems like an odd
choice.
Fortunately,
we don’t have one of those distrusting moments that could so easily be cleared
up by asking a question – Brody actually does ask a question, saying “I thought
you said you weren’t a hockey fan,” but not thinking that Hayden somehow knew
who he was but was lying. Unfortunately we get the far more squicky misunderstanding
when Presley calls her “sweetheart” and Brody thinks Hayden is the team owner’s
mistress. “Oh, man. Had he screwed around with Houston’s mistress?” (44).
Thankfully, oh so thankfully, this lasts only two paragraphs until the chapter
ends with “I see you’ve met my daughter, Hayden”.
So,
chapter one: meet. Chapter two: hot, different-from-everything-before sex.
Chapter three: ponder and desire more of the sex and then introduce an obstacle
for the couple. Yup, seems about right on pace for Harlequin.
(I
would like to take this moment to say that I don’t think that this is a bad
book, actually. It’s a pretty good example, so far, of its genre, but you have
to like its genre to like the book. Still, it’s situated in a weird
intersection of things I know a lot about and feel strongly about, so I’m
having quite a lot to say.)
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