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"He's definitely going to track down Lincoln and have a talk with him," she predicts.
I throw my head back and let out a frustrated groan. "That's exactly what I was afraid of."
Can't anything ever go right for once?
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE
LINCOLN
"Ronan, you're no fun tonight,"he grumbles.
"I'm just not in the mood," I reply with exasperation. "I don't know what else to say! My girlfriend hasn't spoken to me all week, and I'm clueless about how to fix it." Frustrated, I pick up a nearby pillow and launch it in Ronan's direction. "So, yeah, I'm not really in the mood for fun right now."
Suddenly, a knock at the door shatters our tense exchange. A knock? On the night before a crucial game? I rise from my seat, and Ronan and I exchange perplexed looks. I stagger toward the door, my heart pounding. I swing it open to find none other than Elliott Parker.
"Holy shit," I mutter, caught off guard. Elliott pushes me aside and enters our room without waiting for an invitation.
In any other situation, having Elliott Parker visit me in person would be a dream come true. But deep down, I'm aware that he's here because of his sister, and I've undoubtedly hurt her feelings.
Elliott points at Ronan, directing him towards the door. "Out."
Ronan promptly rolls off his bed and salutes Elliott. "No problem."
What the hell, Ronan? Just when I need him the most.
Ronan scans the hallway, quickly realizing that he shouldn't linger there in case the coach or anyone else catches him. Elliott catches Ronan's look and points towards the bathroom. Without a word, Ronan ambles inside and shuts the door behind him.
In the room with Elliott, I can't help but feel like he might be here to tear me apart. My so-called best friend didn't hesitate to abandon me in the hallway, leaving me alone with this intimidating figure, a wolf ready to pounce.
Elliott directs his angry gaze at me and, with a stern arm, shoves me back onto the bed. "Sit," he commands, and I comply without protest. After all, this man is one of my all-time favorite hockey players, and he looks like he's ready to tear me apart.
"What the hell happened?" he demands, his question deceptively simple, but I know exactly what he's getting at.
"I have no idea," I confess, my frustration mounting. "Things spiraled out of control before I could even grasp the situation."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but she loves you?" he questions, raising an eyebrow.
I eye him skeptically. "Sutton told you that?"
His raised eyebrows say it all. "Sutton told me that." He makes it clear that he knows more than I expected.
Hell yeah, she told me she loved me. When she said it, I was about to have sex with her. I figured it was a slip of the tongue. Deep down, I knew it wasn't, but I didn't want to embarrass her. A big part of me wished she'd said it again, but that seemed like a long shot. I can't really share those details with her brother, though.
So, I settle for something safe and true. "I love her too."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah," I sigh.
"Color me surprised. I thought you two were rock solid. Until I received a call, and my little sister was worked up, telling me she's mortified about what our parents said to you, and you didn't reassure her that it didn't matter."
I reply lamely, "What was I supposed to say?"
He takes a seat next to me, and his rough hand clamps down on the back of my neck, squeezing firmly. "Why didn't you tell her you love her?"
"I genuinely don't know. I thought things were fine, but she kept pushing me to reveal what your parents said. By the end of the conversation, I was more confused than when we started."
"She told me she hasn't spoken to you in a week."
