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Needing a drink badly, I reach over and grab the bourbon the guys have sitting on the table and pour myself one.

“We haven’t officially met,” I hear pretty boy say as I take a deep sip before settling back in my chair. “I’m Connor.” He holds out his hand, and I stare at it for a beat before I finally lean over and shake it, maybe a little firmer than I usually do as I tighten my squeeze before letting go.

“Cayden,” I say rather briskly.

His lips quirk up a bit, and I don’t see one damn thing that’s funny as he fights to hide a smile. Sitting back, he drapes his arm over Luna and brings her closer. She looks slightly caught off guard before relaxing into him. It’s clear they are close and comfortable around each other, which means this isn’t some random guy she just met.

“You played a damn good game tonight,” he says, watching me closely.

“Thanks.” I meet his stare head-on, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing how much I want to rip his arm off of Luna right now.

His eyes dance with amusement as he leans over and whispers something into Luna’s ear, pulling her away from her conversation with Savi. Her laughter rings out, and it’s like a punch to the gut as her eyes focus on him, full of light and happiness.

Resting her hand on his thigh, she leans in closer to his ear to whisper something back. The grip on my glass tightens as I watch the two of them interact. I didn’t think seeing her at my game with another man could make me feel any worse.

I was wrong.

I can stop a puck at one hundred miles per hour, but I can’t stop what I’m watching in front of me.

I always wondered what hell would feel like.

Now I know.

FOURTEEN

LUNA

“This eye candy around me is killing me. Are you sure none of them would venture over to my side for the night?” Connor whispers into my ear, causing me to laugh.

I turn toward him, resting my hand on his thigh as I lean closer so we won’t be heard.

“According to Savi, they are one hundred percent straight. Sorry, Con, you’ll just have to admire from afar.” I pat his leg and take a sip of my martini.

My eyes get pulled back to Cayden, who’s glaring at Connor like he wants to rip his head off.

I don’t know what his deal is tonight. This whole night has been one big shock after another.

Never in a million years did I expect him to be the NHL goalie for the Bolts. I googled him between periods, and his name and face are everywhere. He’s not just any goalie, but the top NHL goalie in the league and has been for the past three years.

It now makes sense why my mom knew so much about him. Even she knew who he was, while I was over here thinking he was playing in some dad league as a side hobby.

Connor plays with my hair, distracting me from Cayden as I watch his eyes narrow further in Connor’s direction.

“What are you doing?” I hiss under my breath.

“I’m your wingman tonight, remember?”

“So, you say,” I mutter, “but I don’t see what that has to do with playing with my hair and throwing your arm around me like we’re together right now.”

“You are so cute and naive,” he laughs. “Cayden wants you, Lu. He wants you bad,” he says, wagging his eyebrows at me.

“You’re doing this to provoke him,” I realize, narrowing my eyes at him.

“And it’s working. He’s about two seconds from jumping across the table and murdering me,” he chuckles.

“This isn’t a good idea,” I say quietly.

“All I’m doing is giving him a little nudge. Let him see what he’s missing,” he shrugs, twirling my hair in his finger. He looks over at Cayden and lingers a little too long before whistling softly under his breath. “Fuck. Is it just me, or is he extra hot when he’s angry? I’ve never wanted a vagina, but I would kill to be you right now.”