“Either way, Em, take a chance before you regret it. He’s a real catch.” That he is. But even if I did get over the massive lump lodged in my throat when I look at him, I’m not even sure what I’d say. What I’d want. Being with someone like Eli Brooks would mean life in the spotlight, and that’s one of my few hard limits. So what would even be the point? My eyes flash to the hockey player whose gaze I find still locked on me. The air thins as he quirks the faintest of smiles and winks.
