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Fuck, he’s right. I didn’t even think about that. Maybe there’s a chance after all.
We catch up to Henry and Bodhi right outside the breakfast place, and they hold the door for us. It’s so crowded in the small waiting area, I pick up Bodhi and hold him at my side while Henry talks to the hostess and name-drops me like an asshole to get us seated faster.
I shake my head, pretending I’m not really with them, but the hostess glances in my direction. Then a few of the people waiting turn to stare at all of us. If you follow the Falcons, you know who we are.
“Can we go look at the guy making the pancakes?” Bodhi asks.
“Sure.”
I weave through a few tables to get over to the window where you can watch the cooks making the pancakes, but when I’m almost there, a waitress zips in front of us to drop off an order at a table. My gaze stops on the woman sitting in the booth. She’s not in a dress and heels anymore, and she’s not wearing any makeup, her hair thrown in a messy bun. But it’s Leigh, I know it is.
Is this some weird sign from the universe?
Seven
Kyleigh
After I leftthe hotel room early this morning, I went back to my apartment, showered, and changed.
Alara called to tell me that we were going for breakfast because she wanted all the details from the night before. Of course, we headed to our favorite pancake house that we haven’t been to in a while.
“So?”
I hold up the menu so she can’t see the blush I’m certain is pinkening my face. Last night with Rowan was something I’ve never experienced before. The man is talented with everything from his fingers to his mouth to how he uses his dick. He aims to please, that’s for sure. I choose not to think of where he learned all his moves because it probably came from a long line of women before me. By the time we ran out of condoms, he told me to ride his face, and I’d never come so hard in my life.
“There wasn’t a lot of conversation,” I say from behind the menu. I’m acting as if I’m not going to get the pancakes and strawberries like always.
“That’s the best kind of night.” Her perfectly manicured nail lands on top of the menu, and she brings it down. “You’re holding out on me.”
I shrug. “What do you want to know? His dick size?”
She moves her head side to side. “Yeah, because he’s Rowan Landry. Is he as gifted in that department as he is on the rink? But at the same time, no, because if you two ever got serious, that would be weird.”
I scoff at her. “We’re not going to get serious.”
She stares at me for a long time, sipping her orange juice through her straw. I shift in my seat. This is Alara’s way of getting things out of me.
“We didn’t exchange numbers or anything. Plus…”
Her mouth hangs open. “What did you do?”
I hate that she knows me so well. “I might have given him another name.”
“What?”
The people at the table beside us turn immediately from Alara’s loud mouth.
I lean in a bit over the table. “He played with Conor back in college. I didn’t want to give him my real name.”
“So, what name are you going by now?” she asks with a grin.
I set my menu down and grab a creamer for my coffee. “Leigh.”
“Leigh?”
“Yes. Leigh.” I nod, assured that it doesn’t matter.
“But your name is Kyleigh,” she says as if I don’t already know that.
