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April 6 - April 25, 2025
I even asked ChatGPT what to do, but the AI app simply answered by explaining there were various reasons a car wouldn’t start and advised I consult a mechanic.
“Only when my damsel-in-distress radar goes off.” “Oh, and I suppose that makes you Prince Charming?” “Sorry, princess, but I’m definitely no prince.”
“You know, if I was your boyfriend, I’d answer your calls and I’d drive you to parties.”
“But you have a good night, Sunshine. I hope I proved to you not all hockey players are pigs.”
I realized he had remembered me after all.
Maybe she thought I hadn’t heard her at the ice rink. Or that I didn’t recognize her. Impossible. Violet wasn’t the kind of girl you forgot.
“So, is there a reason we’re beating up a brand-new 2024 Ford Mustang?” “We?”
“I mean, I haven’t done anything yet, but I’ve got a couple of hockey sticks in my truck if you want to do some real damage?” “You’re going to help me beat up a car?” “It pretty much goes against my religion, but you clearly need the help . . .”
There were a few things I was certain of though. I was right; hockey players were pigs. My mom was right; jocks couldn’t be trusted. And Reed was right; I deserved better.
“Hoffman is an idiot,” I replied. “My offer to give his car a makeover with my hockey stick is always open. I’m sure my brothers would be happy to lend us a hand . . .”
It was hard not to flinch, and I seriously began to wonder whether my dreams of playing in the NHL were worth it.
“Pretty sure the only time growling is allowed is in one of those dirty books Mom likes to read,” he replied. “Back me up here, Gray.”
I turned to Reed before I could come to my senses and grasped the front of his jacket, pulling him toward me. He came easily, but I knew he would have had no problem resisting if he’d truly objected. He instinctively wrapped his hands around my waist as though he’d done it a thousand times before. Knowing his reputation with girls, he probably had. I didn’t need any more encouragement than that, and I lifted myself up onto my toes and kissed him.
If this was what it felt like to kiss a devil, then send me straight to hell.
“What on earth is that?” “It’s your favorite,” I said as sweetly as I could. “A strawberry Frappuccino with whipped cream, marshmallows, and sprinkles on top.” “You know I have a reputation to uphold . . .” he murmured, keeping his voice low. “I thought it couldn’t get any worse.” “I guess that’s true.” He laughed
“Well, that too, but no, I’m talking about how he spent hours working at his dad’s garage to get all the repairs done.”
“Wait, what?” I stammered. “Reed was the one who fixed my car?”
Paige seemed confused as she took a sip of her drink. “You didn’t know?” “Reed said it was his dad. He told me Danny didn’t want to charge me.” “Typical,” Paige muttered. “It wasn’t his dad. Reed worked on it himself and put in extra hours to cover the cost of the parts. Grayson told me he w...
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“It’s like I told you,” she said with a smile. “He must really care about you.”
“You can call me whatever you want, Sunshine. As long as you call me yours.”
