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“And they think I’m married to this clown?” I scoff.
My eyes catch a glance at Sawyer for half a second, and I notice his jaw twitch before I look away.
“Everyone does,” Owen says. “Even the owner of the Titans. Even the coaches.”
“Welp,” I say, getting up from the lounge chair. “This was fun. But I gotta do some stuff now, so…”
I’m not about to tell half the hockey team I was just fired from my dead-end job, so I keep it vague. I’ll talk to Emily about that later.
“The thing is,” says Owen. “We all talked about it. And we kind of think you both should go along with it.”
‘You both’ meaning me and Sawyer. And since there is no me and Sawyer, that would be a hard no.
“You all talked about it?” I say, swinging my finger at everyone present.
“Not me,” Sawyer says. His voice crackles, like staying silent for so long made his throat crusty or something. I find attributing images like crusty throat to Sawyer really helps repel the stupid attraction that creeps up whenever he’s near. Also, when he’s not near. But that’s another issue entirely.
“I’m not on board with this,” he says.
I shrug and look at Griffin. “Just fix it. Make a statement that you were talking about Owen and Emily and that Sawyer is definitely not married. Considering he’s such a man-ho, the internet will believe you.”
“Really?” Sawyer snaps. “Man-ho?”
“You wanna go there?” I counter, throwing him a hard stare.
“Hannah thinks it’s a good idea,” says Owen.
“Who’s Hannah?” I grumble.
“The team’s social media manager,” Emily supplies.
“Oh then, ifHannahthinks it a good idea, let’s go. Where do I sign up?”
“The only reason Hannah is involved is because Sawyer’s agent dragged her into this,” Hendrix says casually. “The guy’s a prick if you ask me.”
“He is not a…” Sawyer sighs. “He’s been with me since I was in high school. He’s just…ambitious.”
“I don’t like his face.”
“That’s no reason not to like someone,” Griffin says.
“He has a douche face,” continues Hendrix. “A douchy-douche face. And that mole!”
“Aaaanyway…He wants Sawyer to lean into the whole marriage thing, so he can keep his endorsements,” Emily explains gently. “Did you know his picture is on a cereal box? Because I didn’t. And I know cereal boxes.”
Unfortunately, I did know that snippet of information. Nutty Morning used to be my favorite cereal. Now I must avoid it at all costs. Dang it.
I give Sawyer a fake salute. “Good luck to you, bud. Maybe you can find some puck bunny to marry your sorry ass. I’m out.”
“The thing is,” Owen says. “Someone got nosy and found out your name using facial recognition. It’s out there now.”
“What exactly are you suggesting?” I ask.
Griffin pipes in. “Sawyer’s agent, and Hannah, think you two should…”
“Should what?”
“This is stupid,” Sawyer groans.
