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“Pfft. I’ll have you know, I’m a catch. Any woman out there would be lucky to raise my kid.”

“Sure, if you say so.”

As the girls leave the ice, Casey and their other coach skate around, collecting the cones they were using.

She startles when she spots us watching, but it quickly turns into a smile, and once she’s got a free hand, she waves.

I’m pretty sure my response is a frown. Why the hell would Kodie’s girl ever smile at me? There’s no way she isn’t aware of how much he hates me.

“Let’s go,” I say, jerking my chin toward the door.

“Hey,” Casey says as we step onto the ice. “Getting in some extra practice?”

“Yeah. This one wants to work on some drills.”

“Do you need a winger? Kodie will be here in a bit.”

“Uh…”

“He said you all put in some extra hours the other night. He said he could see the progress, and not just with Rovvy’s interception.”

I study her, trying to figure out if I’m understanding her unspoken words properly.

“In fact, I’ve got an even better winger you can work with.” She spins around. “Sutton, can you come out here a minute?”

The next thing we know, the little rocket races toward us before spraying our skates with snow.

Okay, yeah. I already like this kid.

“Rovvy needs some practice with interceptions. You think you’re up for the job?”

Sutton thinks for a minute. “I’m not sure.” She jerks her chin in Rovvy’s direction. “Do you think he can handle me?”

19

GARRETT

Istare at my cell, my heart in my throat.

He hasn’t sent me a message since he was sitting in the booth at Fletch’s party, looking bored out of his mind.

And I never replied because I was too busy dancing with someone else. And then I was too busy sucking his dick.

A pained sigh spills from my lips.

This isn’t the first time I’ve sat here, staring at his last message.

RoughingTheModel: Are you doing much tonight?

I should have replied. I should have gone to the bathroom and sent him something back. I should have typed something out while I was in the Uber on the way back here. But what would I have said?

I don’t want to lie to him. It’s already bad enough that I know he’s the one at the other end of these messages.

But by not replying, he probably thinks I’ve gotten bored with just sexting and moved on to a man who’s willing to actually meet up with me.

I mean…yeah, I did have a man that I could touch and do all the things I’ve been dreaming about doing to that body on the screen. He just has no idea that it was also his.

I tap out at least five different replies, but I delete them all.