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My damn phone vibrates again, only this time it’s Lindy’s face on my screen. It’s a selfie she took of us kissing at the chapel the other night, then set as my contact for her. And instead of her name,Wifeflashes there. Damn. I wonder what she’d do if she knew she did that.
Jace sees it too and grumbles, “Go on and answer. I’ll wait.”
“Yeah, I bet you will.” I take a few steps away and answer, “Hey, princess.”
“Fucking hell,” Jace bitches.
“Hey, hockey boy.” Her smile lights up her face. “I got my present. Thank you.”
“Real original. Already resorting to buying her love?” her asshole brother trash-talks.
“Was that Jace?” Lindy asks, her smile gone.
“Yeah. Boone’s here too,” I tell her and watch her eye twitch.
“Can you put Jace on the phone please?”
He takes the phone from my hand, his chest puffed up like a fucking peacock who just got exactly what he wanted. “Nobody should have to buy your love, Lindy.”
“My husband sent me his jersey so I could wear it tonight while I watch the game, you big bully. He knew I wouldn’t want to keep wearing your name and number, not now that I know what a jerk you are.”
God, I love this woman.
“Kingston is your name too, kid,” Jace chastises.
“Not for long. Maybe I’m going to take Hayes as my last name. It sure looks nice on a Revolution jersey. Nicer than Kingston. Now put my husband back on the phone and go away unless you want to hear me tell him exactly what I’m going to do to him when he gets home, wearing this jersey and absolutely nothing else.”
Jace’s face grows red with mortification mixed with outrage, and Boone’s lights up with excitement. “Dude, yes. I wanna hear.”
“Shut the fuck up before I break your face too, Boone.” Jace shoves Boone to the door before I even get the chance to lose my shit.
“Bus leaves in ten minutes, Hayes. Don’t be late,” Jace warns before he slams the door shut behind himself.
“Princess, you can’t say stuff like that in front of your brother.”
“Yeah, but his reaction was worth it.” She moves in front of the mirror in her hall and angles the phone so I can see my name and number eighty-eight on the back of her jersey. “But I really do like my present. Not that I’m some needy little bitch who wants you to buy her things. This was just very thoughtful.”
“Don’t thank me too much. I might have had an ulterior motive for buying it.” I run my tongue over my lip and picture her on her knees. Basically, the image she just scarred her brother with.
“Oh yeah? What was your motive?”
“You’re so fucking pretty, princess.”
“Easton...” she protests, and I wonder if she even knows how pretty she is.
“You’re mine, Madeline Hayes. And I want the whole world, including you, to know it. I thought a great way to start would be with my name on your back. And I may have a fantasy or two that start with you in my jersey.”
“Oh yeah...? Where... where do they stop, E?” Lindy’s eyes flash wide with heat, and I know I hit the mark.
“You gonna watch the game tonight?”
She nods her head but doesn’t say anything.
Hopefully, too busy thinking about what I just said.
“I’ll call you afterward and tell you how the fantasy goes.”
She takes a minute to collect herself, then slides her mask in place. The one she uses when she’s on display for the world. The one I hate. “Have a good game, hockey boy.”
