Page 36 of Over the Line


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Sighing, I sit up, immediately shivering against the cool air, but it also helps wake me up. I need to focus, figure out what I’m doing with my life.

Ineedto figure out what the fuck Ella had been thinking, sending me on a collision course with the grumpy Lake.

For that, I need my phone.

It’s probably dead, but I have a charger in my purse.

I’ll track both down and plug it in, wait for the bare minimum of charge, and then yell at my friend.

There. Good plan.

Mentally, I clap my hands together and say,Break!

But I’m moving slowly as I force myself from the blankets, as I slide carefully away from the burrito that is Steve.

My purse is on the counter, but my phone isn’t inside.

And neither is the charger.

“What—”

But I don’t finish the question because then I spy my cellandthe charger—plugged in at the other end of the island.

Something I definitely didn’t do last night.

Something that makes butterflies fill my stomach.

Lake.

It doesn’t matter.

I exhale, round the counter, and unplug my cell, looking at the screen and seeing a bevy of missed calls and text messages.

But only one is from the person I want to talk to.

I delete the unwanted texts, the voicemails, then jab at Ella’s text chain.

Please tell me you got laid.

A bolt of outrage,my shoulders tensing, annoyance gathering in my belly.

Was she fuckingserious?

I do some more jabbing, this time at her name in my contacts list.

The call rings once before my friend’s voice comes onto the other end. “Please tell me that you climbed that giant hockey player like a tree and got stuck on hisbranchlike a naughty, naughty pussy cat.”

Was. She.Fucking. Serious?

“You’ve lost your mind, Daniela,” I snap.

My friend clicks her tongue, sighs sadly. “That’s a no then.”

“You told me it was your brother’s house,” I grind out.

“Well, for all intents and purposes, Lake islikeKnox’s brother. And Knoxismy brother, so…” She trails off then pops her lips. “Ipso facto my brother.”

“I don’t think you’d get arrested for fucking Lake,” I say. “So table your ipso facto, and tell me what the hell you were thinking? Was I just going to use that spare key on the porch, walk in on a man I don’t know and be like,Surprise! I’m here to crash at your place!”

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