If anyone is to blame, it’s 100 percent me. If only I didn’t need to keep Silas on the hook to impress Alan Roberts. And I just wish I didn’t care so much about proving my father wrong. If I didn’t care, then keeping my hockey-legend fake boyfriend wouldn’t be a necessity. With a heavy sigh, I head straight to Ross’s desk from the conference room. If anyone can get me black tie ready, it’s him.
