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Wait.
They hate each other, Rory and Connor. They’ve never gotten along. They’re going to be at each other’s throats all season. Rory’s a better player than Connor, and even though Connor’s never admitted it, that’s why he doesn’t like Rory.
And Connor made it clear that I’d never do better than him.
Rory is the only player on the team whose ego surpasses Connor’s. He’s smug, arrogant, and competitive as hell, and best of all, he hates Connor almost as much as I do. Like he can hear my thoughts, Rory’s mouth tilts into a grin, one eyebrow lifting.
So cocky, so confident.
The back of my scalp tingles as I hold his gaze in the mirror. I’m about to do something very stupid, but I don’t care. I’d do anything to get rid of this ashamed, powerless feeling. The desire to spite my ex has me by the throat.
I summon the unflappable bitch-demon deep inside me and give Connor a puzzled smile.
“You know Rory and I are together, right?”
My heart races as I watch his reaction. It might be worth it, watching his expression flip from smug to confused to surprised before he finally looks to Rory and it turns flat-out pissed.
“Really?” Connor asks, glaring at Rory across the gym. “Miller?”
I’m a hurricane of female rage and revenge, and I’m totally fucking doing this.
Rory’s trainer says something, but he’s not listening; he’s just looking between Connor and me.
I give him a flirty, twiddly finger wave. His eyes light up with victory and amusement, and I fight the eye roll as he shoots that grin at Connor.
God, Rory’s going to be the worst about this.
“Mhm.” I hear the question he asked me moments ago—the one about being professional—and my blood rattles with anger again, but I continue to smile.
Worry flickers in my chest. Rory’s unfairly hot, and I’ve been able to keep my distance until now with sharp barbs and light amusement, but he’s going to be all over me, murmuring in my ear and putting his hand on my waist with that intense charm and doing whatever he can to press Connor’s buttons.
The soft, vulnerable part of me worries that I’ll catch feelings. That I’ll fall for him.
My fingertips rub against each other, and when I feel the massage oil on my skin, another serving of molten, furious anger tips into my blood.
Rory’s also a spoiled hockey player who’s had life handed to him on a silver platter. I’m not going to catch feelings. Connor’s a reminder of what would happen if I let that line blur.
With Rory’s help, I’m going to make Connor regret what he did.
CHAPTER5
RORY
“Well.”I take a seat on the bench beside Hartley after McKinnon leaves. “Someone’s had a change of heart.” I put on a pretty smirk and do a fluttery, feminine finger wave, tucking my hair behind my ear.
Her mouth tightens like she wants to laugh. It’s such a nice break from this tense, nervous version of her I’ve been watching like a hawk for the last hour.
“Is that supposed to be me?”
“I’m guessing McKinnon’s apology wasn’t what you were expecting.”
Any humor in her expression drops. “He said, um.” Her nostrils flare, and she takes a deep breath like she’s trying to hold back from torching this place.
“What?”
“He made it seem like I asked to be his physio.” Her face goes red. “Like I was hung up on him.”
I’ll kill him. “Really.”
