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Forget turning out like my dad, a measly professional athlete. Or my mother, a mere award-winning songwriter. I was going to be Stanley Cup and rule the fucking world. I can’t remember who burst my bubble. Probably my twin brother, Wyatt. He’s an unrepentant bubble
“Garrett who?” “Are you shitting me right now? You don’t know who Garrett Graham is?” “Is he famous or something?” Ryder stares at me. “He’s hockey royalty. This is his camp.” “Oh. Yeah. I only follow figure skaters.”
“Dad?” he growls under his breath. “You’re Garrett Graham’s kid?” I can’t help laughing at his indignation. “Not only that, but I’m helping with your shooting drills today.”
His eyes narrow. “You play hockey?” I reach over to pat his arm. “Don’t worry, prom king, I’ll go easy on you.”
He’s still as attractive as I remember. Only he’s not a lanky fifteen-year-old anymore. He’s a grown man, filled out and muscular. Sheer power drips off him.
Garrett Graham’s daughter is hot. She was hot when I met her six years ago, and she’s even hotter now.
“Is that what you need from people? To be told what a good girl you are?”
“If I was Colson.” “Yes.” “And you were my girl.” “Yes.” Ryder leans in, his warm breath on my ear, sending a tiny shiver through my body. “We would have been behind this curtain five minutes after we got here.”
Because there’s always one slutty boy in every crew.”
“Tailored just for her?” Nick Lattimore echoes. “Bro, like what are you even doing? Crafting a special scene to match each chick’s personality? If she likes wildflowers, do you pose in a meadow?”
Rand keels over with laughter, slapping his knee. “Did you put a teeny pink tutu on it for Lynsey’s photo?”
“I forgot a towel. Can you grab one and bring it to me?”
“Very much so.” I move closer to him. I put my hand on his thigh. He glances down at it, then up at me. Slightly amused. “My hand is on your thigh,” I tell him. “I noticed.” He smiles, and my breath hitches at the sight. Then he chuckles. “I love how you announce your move. ‘My hand is on your thigh,’” he mimics. “You know, most people would just make the move and then wait to see if it works.” “What can I say? I’m a rebel.” “Got it. So, what’s the next move, rebel?” he asks with uncharacteristic playfulness. “Ask me if you can kiss me.” His eyes grow heavy-lidded. “Can I kiss you?” “No,” I
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“What’s your obsession with making people laugh?” “Not people. Only you. You’re scary otherwise.” “Scary?” His voice thickens again. “Do I really scare you?” “Sometimes. Not in that way, though,” I hurry to add. “I find it unnerving when I don’t know what someone’s thinking.”
Shane hisses out an outraged expletive. “That was you?” “Look, it seemed like a serious problem,” Beckett says defensively. “The fact that you’re getting off to porn in a library and then just acknowledging it to a group of people like jerking off to porn in a library is a normal occurrence—”
“Gisele,” he says. “Mmmm?” “Are we dating now?” A smile tickles my lips. I rise slightly on my elbow and gaze down at him. He’s biting his lip and it’s adorable. “Yeah. I think we are.”
“Am I not allowed to have a bad day?” I demand. “Women, amirite?” Shane says, refocusing his attention on the Patriots
“Anyway, that’s it. That’s the story. I share a name with the man who took my mother away. And every time someone calls me that fucking name, I hear her screaming it that night. When I was in the doorway and Dad suddenly noticed I was there, he spun around and pointed the gun at me. Not as an intentional threat. Just instinct,
“You should be prepared,” Owen eventually says, glancing over to grin at me. “For what?” “You’re gonna marry that girl.”
I’m so goddamn in love with this woman. Seeing her cry makes me want to find the person who did this to her and slam his head through a wall.
“Like hell I can’t,” I growl. And then I give him another firm shove, forcibly moving him out of my way. “That’s my wife out there.”
He just sighs, shaking his head to himself. “You really love her.” “Till the day I die,” I say simply.
“Christ, Ryder. You married my ex-girlfriend,” he says flatly. “No, I married my wife.”
Mic fucking drop
There’s a beat of silence. Klein notices the room watching him intently and realizes he needs to provide some sort of answer. Finally, he speaks through gritted teeth. “I don’t recall what was said that day.” A curious woman in the front row addresses me. “Do you recall what was said, Luke?” I flick my gaze toward Klein. Normally I would keep my mouth shut. Avoid the petty temptation. But his mocking laughter still rings in my ears. And this stain on my record that’s followed me for years has finally become too much to bear. Being with Gigi has taught me that sometimes you simply need to let
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