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Never been more grateful for that.

“Then what are you doing?” he asks.

“I’m doing a job. It’s this thing you have to get after you’re done playing hockey.”

He snorts. “You didn’t spend a dime of your salary the entire time you played. You don’t need a fucking job.”

“Still need a purpose.”

“And it’s doing reality TV like my shitty ex-girlfriend?”

It’s not often I want to punch my best friend, but today—yeah, today, I’d fuck up his face. “Documenting my life. For more followers than you have, asshole.”

He grunts.

Flow whines.

“So you’re back in the limelight,” I say, justifying keeping my secret with the rationalization that the wedding news would’ve leaked whether or not I was there. And I’m ignoring the panic that tells me he’ll be even more mad when the documentary airs.

That this truly could cost me the best friend I’ve ever had in my life.

Fuck.

I press a palm into my eye socket. “People being dicks?” I ask him.

“Got three endorsement offers in the last three days,” he mutters. “Irreverent greeting cards, tissues, and an anonymous glitter bomb company. They said I looked like a guy who’d want to know how to get revenge.”

I should laugh at that, but I’m annoyed on Ginny’s behalf.

And a little on Alex’s.

He’ll do it, and then he’ll play it up, but he’ll keep bitching about her to me.

“Think maybe it’s time you moved on?” I say quietly.

“I fucking moved on.”

“But you’re still mad about it.”

“Who wouldn’t be?”

“Ever ask her why she did it?”

“Are you for real right now?”

“Might help.”

“Didyouask her why she did it?”

“No.”

Technically.

I didn’t ask.

She volunteered the information.

Didn’t hug her the way I wanted to while she was talking either.