Game Changer (Game Changers, #1)
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“I know.” Scott placed his own hand over Kip’s and tangled their fingers. He pressed his lips together, like he was trying to suppress a smile. Like he was giddy about this. About Kip. Fucking incredible.
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“What are you talking about? I’m fine. Has he looked yet?” “No. But if he does come over here—Okay, he sees you.” “How can you tell?” “Because he just lit up like the goddamn sun. Jesus. You guys are doomed.”
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“It is a big deal, Scott! It’s a very big deal! You can’t just…change my whole life!” “Why not?” Scott said softly. “You changed mine.”
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“Kip,” Maria said, “you didn’t tell me that all of your cute dude friends are gay. What is even the point of me being here?” “I did tell you and, if you want, later we can go to Olive Garden or wherever straight people go.”
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“How many minutes would I get if I just killed him?” Scott grumbled as he watched Rozanov skate away. “I’d have to give you at least ten,” Hal said dryly. “Not worth it in the playoffs.”
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“I didn’t want to intrude, but…are you boys fighting?” “Boys? Who are you—?” Dad smiled at him knowingly, then his face sobered. “I know he must be busy right now, with the playoffs, but it seems like maybe something worse than that is going on.” What the hell? “What are you—?” “Scott Hunter,” his dad said calmly. “You’ve been seeing him.”
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“Hey,” Bennett said, after they separated, “what’s his name?” Scott grinned. “Kip.” Carter looked suddenly delighted. “Kip!” he said. “That is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard! Are you kidding me with that shit?” “Thank god,” Huff said. “I thought you were gonna say you were secretly dating Rozanov.” “Rozanov wishes,” Scott said.
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“Scott, this is my mom, Margaret.” “Hello,” Mom said, bewildered. “Scott is my…friend,” Kip said, “if you’re wondering why he’s here.” “Actually,” Scott said, “I’m his boyfriend.” Kip was stunned, but he smiled at Scott. “Yeah,” he confirmed, “we’re, um…together.” “Oh my lord!” his mother said, her hands clasped together over her mouth. “Oh, Scott, you have chosen so well!”