“So, why are we here? Why did you wait in the penalty box? Aren’t you cold?” “I’m not cold. And Drake always calls it the sin-bin,” I murmur. Colt takes off his leather jacket and puts it next to him on the bench. “I like that more.” “Sure you do, my little sinner.” He wraps his arm around my waist and hauls me onto his lap, making me straddle his legs. “Why are we here, Ava?” “What happened to you? You weren’t yourself when the game started.” “I got a call after you left. From my mom’s doctor.” “And?” I lock my hands behind his neck. “She’s been doing well, hasn’t she?” “Yes, she is, but Dr.
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