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“Gigi,” he says softly, and I know he’s about to bring up our breakup.
Thankfully, we’re interrupted by more people who, this time, don’t walk past us. Trager, Will, and several others join us. Cami then drags me away to browse the items our committee procured for the silent auction.
My dad outdid himself this year. His contribution was a private lunch with him, the lucky bidder, and…the Stanley Cup. I swear, when Garrett Graham calls in a favor, people in the hockey world race to grant it.
I’m three glasses of champagne in when my bladder says enough. I’m not drunk, though. Slightly buzzed and enjoying this party much more than I thought I would. But that’s probably because Ryder is wearing a suit and I’ve been secretly ogling him all night.
I emerge from the ladies’ room at the same time Jordan Trager is stumbling out of the men’s. Unlike me, he is drunk. Visibly.
Someone’s been taking advantage of that open bar, I see. I don’t know whose idea it was to offer free booze to a bunch of college guys. They should have a cash bar next time. Keep guys like Trager in check.
He grins at me and swings his arm around my shoulder. “Goddamn, G, you really do look good tonight. That fuckin’ dress.”
“Thanks.”
We head down the hall together toward the doors of the ballroom.
“When are you going to put my man Case out of his misery?”
I smother a sigh. “Come on. It’s a party, Jordan. Let’s not get too deep.”
“I’m just saying, you two are perfect for each other.”
“Yeah, well, things happen. And sometimes relationships end.”
“He still loves you.”
As my heart squeezes, I finally release that sigh. “Can we not talk about this?”
But Trager’s not listening. “Hasn’t he paid his dues already? Like, damn. He got a blowjob from some chick at a party. It’s not like he actually fucked her.”
His words are a splash of ice water to the face.
A blowjob?
Um.
This is the first I’m hearing of it.
I want more details, but I don’t want Trager to think he’s done something wrong and clam up. So while all the muscles in my body are trying to stiffen, I forcibly relax them and play it off like I knew.
“I don’t know, maybe he did have sex with her,” I say, tipping my head mockingly. “Guys always try to downplay things like that.”
Like the time Case told me they just kissed and I’m now finding out some girl went down on him.
He lied to me.
The cord of anger that whips through me has nothing to do with ego, with the fact that Case hooked up with another girl. Maybe before it would’ve been. But right now, the betrayal I feel is all about the lie. He lied to me about it. He made such a big show about being honest when he sat me down, gave me those sad eyes, and confessed he’d kissed somebody else.
And I pushed him, damn it. Demanding to know if he did anything else. He looked me right in the eye and said no.
And now I’m here trying to protect his feelings? Keeping my current relationship under wraps so that poor Case doesn’t feel bad about himself?
“Case and I are done,” I tell Trager, my voice coming out colder than I intend. “Both of you are just going to have to accept that.”
I shove open the doors. I’m halfway across the ballroom when a familiar song starts playing. It’s so unexpected that I stop for a moment, turning my gaze toward the band. Hearing an orchestra play the rock song I grew up with brings a spark of warmth.
Followed by a jolt of irritation, because I would love to dance to it and I can’t, at least not with the man I want.
And now I’m angry. At myself. Angry for not letting myself live my own life. All this time I was trying to spare Case’s feelings, and now I realize what a crock of shit that was.
I’m not a petty person—I honestly don’t think too hard about what I do next. I’m just tired. Tired of watching Ryder from across the room all night and not being able to talk to him.
Tired of having to send sly texts about how much we want to bang each other.
Tired of not being able to hold his hand.
Tired of not being able to throw my arms around him, like the night he protected me from the creepy elevator guy. I should have hugged him then, but I didn’t. All because I was trying to be respectful of my ex-boyfriend’s feelings.
My gaze drifts toward Ryder’s group. They’re howling over something Shane just said. Well, Beckett, Case, and David are howling. Ryder, of course, is chuckling quietly because he’s not a howler. No, he’s too cool for that.
So, no, I truly don’t mean to be petty, but this song is beautiful and the sight of him takes my breath away, and soon my legs, of their own volition, carry me toward the group.
