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“Ollie and Lennon have Taylor Swift levels of bad blood,” Jet says.
The burn of staring follows me to the line at the bar, and I know exactly where it’s coming from. Ollie’s gaze is locked on me, as if trying to kill me with the Force. I’m tempted to fake choke, but I don’t want to make a fool of myself when no one will understand what I’m doing. This crowd doesn’t seem like the Star Wars type.
“You know who never has to point out they’re an adult? Actual adults.”
“Okay, seriously, what happened between you two? It can’t only be some articles,” Jet says. “You won’t stop staring at each other.” “I think he’s trying to kill me with his mind.” “I’ll tell him telepathic assassin is off the list of possible careers for him if the hockey thing doesn’t work out.”
“Your mouth’s going to get you into trouble one day.” “I’m betting on it.”
Lennon laughs, and I find myself smiling back at him. Damn it. Mad, Ollie. You’re supposed to be mad.
“When are you going to tell them the truth about me?” he whispers. I shrug. “At our engagement party?” Lennon shakes his head. “Don’t even.” “Fine. The announcement of the birth of our first child.” He’s still unimpressed.
Bringing him here. Forcing him to pretend to be my boyfriend for my family’s sake, when in reality, it’s for mine. Because I want him. I think I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. Including the NHL.
Ollie’s hand grasps mine. “What are you thinkin’ so hard about over there?” “Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.” “There you go calling me pretty again,” he grumbles.
Lennon’s laugh gives me the energy to get out of bed, because after that, I’ll get him anything he wants. He could ask me for a pet unicorn, and I’d go find one.
“Even if Sports Illustrated is my dream job, you’re my actual dream. Giving us a real shot is what I want.”
Under the street lights, I swear Lennon’s cheeks tinge a cute pink. “Until I can afford the entire world, I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want.” He stares up into my eyes, and with the most serious voice, he says, “I want you to kidnap the president. And the Declaration of Independence. National Treasure style.”
