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“Better skedaddle, Gisele, before you piss off Garrett Graham.” I skate over to Ryder, playing dumb. “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.”
“Hey, gotta get those views somehow. Blood sells in hockey.” “You host a show with Jake Connelly, the most beautiful man in the world. Trust me, you’re going to get the views.” “Nope, nope, nope,” he groans. “You know how I feel when you talk about Connelly’s stupid looks. It triggers my crippling inferiority.” I snort out a laugh. “What is it with you and your mother thinking that guy is handsome? He’s average, at best.” “Oh, he’s definitely not average.”
But if you’re good, I’ll let you sneak into my room after everyone is asleep.” “Hard pass.” “Seriously?” “Seriously. I don’t want to get murdered by Garrett Graham.”