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Trey’s hand swept her hair back from her face. “It’s just what?”
She shrugged and looked back at her friend. Gigi was kissing the white kitten and Beau was kissing the top of Gigi’s head.
“It’s just romantic, that’s all,” Lexi said, and then looked back at her husband.
“But I said you could bring home whatever animal you wanted. Do you want me to go back to the clinic?” Trey moved like he was going to stand up.
Lexi immediately grabbed his arm. “No, oh, my gosh. No. Our lives are busy enough. We don’t need to add anything or anyone else to it.”
Trey still looked perplexed. “So how is Beau the best, then? When he told Gigi no—and I told you yes?”
Lexi grinned and touched his face. “You’re also the best.” Then she kissed him.
“You’re just trying to shut me up,” Trey muttered against her lips.
Lexi giggled and kissed him again.
I took that as my signal to get up. After I stood, I saw Jillian walking toward the table. Against my better judgment, I decided to join her.
“Hey,” I said as I approached her side.
She looked over at me and gave me a smile. “Hey.”
Christ.
She was so fucking beautiful.
“Thank you for setting this up. It was a nice surprise,” I said, meaning every word. Even though I had not one clue why she’d go through this trouble.
“I had a lot of help. But you’re welcome.” She downplayed her involvement, I was fairly certain.
We stood there in awkward silence until she turned to me with a faint blush on her cheeks. “I can help you with him—Wyatt, I mean. If you need it. I mean, you probably don’t. But still, if you do, I’m here,” she said so quickly I almost didn’t catch all of it.
Instead of saying what I wanted to say, something like, “Will your douche canoe fiancé allow that?” I took the high road. “That would be nice. Thanks for offering.”
Her eyes brightened. “Really?”
I chuckled and said, “Yeah, of course. That’s what friends do, right? Help each other?” I stared right into her eyes and watched as she bit into her lip and nodded. “Yeah, friends.”
9
Cash
Miller was on my ass again, and the refs didn’t seem to give a fuck. He’d already tripped me twice this period—and no calls.
“Fuck off!” I yelled at him as I bolted past the center line. Unfortunately, Miller was not fucking off.
He blocked my view, so I couldn’t tell if Beau or Trey were there or not. But something in my gut told me one of them would be. I took a chance and backhanded the puck to my left.
Exactly zero seconds later, Beau sped by and shot the goddamn thing directly into the back of the net.
His arms flew up, and I veered directly into him. “Great fuckin’ pass, man,” he shouted at me over top of the goal horn and the screaming fans.
“I knew you were there the whole time,” I said, and we both laughed. Trey glided over to celebrate. “Nice shot,” he told Beau and slapped him on the shoulder. “And great pass, Clemens.”
Beau panted and took his mouthguard out. “If we win this, we can skip book club on Thursday,” he said, completely out of breath. Sweat poured down his face just like it did mine.
“Fuck, no,” Trey said adamantly, and he really surprised me.
