Christina

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My eyes go saucer-wide, and I suck in a breath. “Nothing’s going to happen.” With everyone in the house? No way. Her eyes roll back. “Oh, Jamie.” I reach across the booth to cover her mouth, laughing. “Shut up.” “Uhn, puck me harder with your hockey stick.” She sounds like a porn star, and people glance over. I gasp with laughter. “That doesn’t even make sense.” She bats me away, grinning.
Behind the Net (Vancouver Storm, #1)
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