“Hey, I’m Ryan.” Oh my God, Alex is here. Then Ryan continues. “How do you know my girlfriend?” An uncomfortable breath escapes Alex as he steps off the curb to his natural height. “I uh…we used to…” Now who’s fumbling? Ryan slides a forearm around the front of my shoulders, holding my back to his chest. He nods towards Alex’s jersey. “Oh,” Ryan says sweetly, patronizingly. “You’re a fan of mine.” I didn’t notice the Devils jersey he had on, but I especially didn’t pick up on the fact there’s a number five on the front and my fake boyfriend’s last name on the back. I have to bite my lip to
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