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“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.”
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.
If you were going to be a bitch, I figured you might as well embrace it.
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.
It was hard not to flinch, and I seriously began to wonder whether my dreams of playing in the NHL were worth it.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m allowed to growl.” “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.”
If this was what it felt like to kiss a devil, then send me straight to hell.
“And I promise I won’t stomp on your heart if you don’t stomp on mine.”
“You’re Reed’s girl,” he replied. “That makes you family.”
As long as you call me yours.”
