“Why didn’t you tell me? Were you trying to get me to sleep with you or something?” I yank my eyes up to Rhode’s scowl, standing tall under his brooding gaze. “Yes, Rhode. I spent that first day we met stalking you from my car… No. I don’t even watch hockey. You’re the one who pursued me, remember? I tried to end things.” “Good point, but you still should’ve told me.”
