“Congrats on the win, hotshot.” His mouth opens to speak, but a deep voice rolling from the background cuts him off. “Don’t congratulate him. He tweaked his ankle in the first shift and rested most of the game.” My eyebrow crinkles, the words Bennett has said rolling around in my head as I try to make sense of them. The sheepish look on Rhys’ face doesn’t help the inkling of disbelief. But then he smiles, his eyes glazing. “I love that,” he says. “What?” “When you get that little wrinkle in your eyebrows. Like you’re thinking really hard about something.” “About you.” I roll my eyes, dropping
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