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“Oh my God. You’re bringing me apology flowers again? Can’t you ever apologize without all the pageantry?” He smirks at me. “It’s not an apology flower. It’s to celebrate National Dessert Day.”
With that said, did you see the stickhandling from Luke Ryder against Boston College last night? Wow. You’ve got these other guys, the flashy stickhandlers, who are all pop and dazzle but not necessarily the most effective. Ryder, meanwhile, is effective as hell. Graham: He is.
All around us, butterflies hover. Chase one another through the flowers. A few of them dance past Ryder’s head. It’s the most Disney moment possible, yet the gleam in his eyes is downright pornographic.
“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.”
feel Ryder’s hand lightly graze my arm. I crave his hug, but I can’t have that right now. A moment later, he disappears into the elevator. And I get Case’s hug instead.
“You’re a goddamn dream.”
notice the bright red flowers in the planters near the main desk, and when the security guy isn’t looking, I nonchalantly pluck one of the scarlet blooms and
She sighs. “Oh God. I’m scared to ask, but…what international day is it?” “National Cotton Candy Day. Seemed like one you’d celebrate.”
lean down and kiss her.
Coach Jensen.
“Graham. Ryder,” he greets us warily.
“Her father is like a son to me, which means she’s like a grandkid to me. Which means don’t fuck around.”
“He shot my mother in the head and killed her.”
“I was six. And yes, I saw it happen.”
He led me to you.
“This was my parents’ wedding song.” That startles me. “Really?” “Yeah. It’s the first song they ever danced to.” She moistens her lips, blushing before averting her eyes. “I heard it just now and…I don’t know. I knew I wanted to dance to it with you.”
“What about this invitation—do you want to come home with me?”
Boxing Day Beatdown. TD Garden. Private ice time.” She pauses for dramatic effect. “Garrett Graham.” Another pause. “John Logan.”
“Hunter Davenport.”
“Jake Connelly.”
“Oh yeah. It’s a tradition. All the kids play too. We pick captains. It gets intense.” She gazes south. “What’s the percentage now?”
don’t want to get murdered by Garrett Graham.”
“Thanks for having me, Mrs. Graham.” “Oh, call me Hannah, please,” she insists. Her husband offers a deceptively pleasant smile. “And you can call me Mr. Graham.”
After a prolonged silence, Wyatt crosses his arms and says, “What do you want with my sister?”
“Ungrateful little shit. I give you all my talent, and what do you do with it? You sing songs.” “Hey, that’s my talent,” Hannah says. He’s quickly shamefaced. “Sorry, Wellsy. Your talent is way better than mine. Hands down.”
Beau Di Laurentis and AJ Connelly were named team captains that morning,
Alex is Uncle Tucker and Aunt Sabrina’s youngest daughter. She’s twenty, so a year younger than me, while her sister is a lawyer and a few years older.
I have successfully managed to turn Briar’s grumpy, bad boy hockey co-captain into a hold-my-purse boyfriend.
“How long have you been dating my brother?”
She forces me to be better. I want to be better for her. I want to be her hero.
“I love you.”
She’s the one. She’s the only one.
“Say it again.” “I love you, Gigi.”
A brilliant smile fills her face. “I love ...
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That does something to me. The name I’ve loathed for so long, the name I’ve recoiled from, leaving her lips. Hearing it now, coming from that sweet voice and gorgeous face, accompanied by those three words, well, I guess I...
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By the time the third rolls around, I’ve secured myself a nice little hat trick.
“Nothing about you is lacking. Ever. You’re perfect, exactly the way you are. Even with all your flaws. Like needing to be the best. And your taste in music.” Her answering laugh is a bit wobbly.
“Yes, and right now, in this moment, you’re down. But that’s okay because I’m here to lift you up.” “Always?” she whispers, peering at me with those big gray eyes. “Always. You fall, I pick you up. Always.”
In fact, Hannah Graham is pretty much my best friend now.
“I don’t know. I just need you to know I don’t want to be with anyone else. Ever.”
Gigi, landing on the back of her jersey. #44. Her long dark ponytail is sticking out of her helmet.
“That’s my wife out there.”
WHATTTTTTT
“So. Um. Yeah. We got married.”
“G, I love you. You’re my sister. But that’s the most cliché thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I got married in Vegas. That’s so generic I wouldn’t even write a song about it.”
“This is, truly, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” I flinch as if I’ve been struck. “And I’ve never been more disappointed in you.” “Garrett,” Mom says sharply.
MY HEART—
Before I can stop her, Gigi’s mom pulls me in for a tight hug and now I’m crying in her arms like a little kid.
stop I love hannah
“So if you ever need anything, I’m a call or text away. I’ll always be here for you.”
“You really love her.” “Till the day I die,” I say simply.
have a question,” Colson says. With a raised eyebrow, he looks toward the Arizona table. “For you, Klein.”
