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“But necessary.”
“Even with me, baby?” He’s giving me puppy dog eyes, but I can’t give in just yet.
“Especiallywith you, Larson.”
He gives me another charming smile before kissing me. “You can trust me, babe. And thank you for listening. That means everything.”
I smile back at him. I almost say it.
Almost. But not yet. This is too good to ruin.
JAKE
“Good practice tonight, guys.”
We all gather into the smelly locker room thatisthe hockey team. This has become our new home over the course of almost two months. Our new safe place.
“Yeah, you too, Larson,” Hunter teases. I roll my eyes at him. I don’t care for his bullshit. We haven’t had a proper talk about what the fuck he was doing with Milena, but I haven’t gotten the time to approach him about it. “We got the Jetsetters Saturday?”
“Hell yeah!” Brock shouts. They all shout in unison followed by towels thrown at my back as I pack my stuff away.
“Hey, we’re going out for drinks tonight. You in?” Hunter asks.
Beer is definitely the last thing on my mind. Especially when a certain someone is waiting for me outside the door.
“Nah, I got plans, dude.” In particular, I need to talk to Leia about what we talked about last night. It felt good to share that with her, but I feel so...exposed now. I have an odd feeling that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to overshare with her. What if it changes things? She’s always reassuring me that there’s nothing I can do to run her away, but I don’t want her to resent me.
“Oh, I forgot. You’re entertaining a certain sprinter, no?”
They allooohas I roll my eyes. It’s like talking to a room full of toddlers. They all clearly need dates.
“That girl thing has Larson wrapped around her little finger.” That she does. While it’s true, it’s not cool that they’re mocking it.
“Shouldn’t you guys be more concerned about who hasyouwrapped around their finger?”
They all groan at me in protest. Exactly. At the moment, I make pointed eye contact with Hunter. He knowsexactlywhat I mean.
“For real, what’s she like, dude?” Connor is too curious.
“None of your business.”
“Come on, sharing is caring.”
I raise my eyebrow at that. Sharing? No freaking way I’m sharing her. Annoyed, I throw a towel at him. “What makes you think I’ll talk to you about the girl I’m—”
“Larson, what is taking you so long?”
I turn to a smiling Leia wearing a leather jacket, pink scarf, jeans, and brown boots. She has her hair in a messy bun as she comes toward me. Even dressed down, she’s eye candy.
“Sorry, babe. These losers have been holding me up.” I glance at Hunter and Connor. “Who let you in?”
“I told your coach his rental car was rolling away down the hill. We have about five minutes to spare.” This girl. I could laugh.
“That’s my girl.” She laughs as I hug her. What I forgot is that we have an audience as someone clears their throat. “Hunter and Brock, you guys know Leia. Team, this is Leia. Leia, this is the team.”
“Hey, Leia,” they say in unison. Goddamn morons. I roll my eyes as Connor, the fuckwit, walks up and kisses her hand.
“Connor. And can I say, what beautiful eyes you have.”
