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Tonight, we\u2019re here to honor Coach Hart, even though I can\u2019t stop thinking about his daughter in the most obscene ways. I adjust my bow tie in the mirror near the coat check and remind myself to be on my very best behavior. It\u2019s been five days since I saw Kendall, and there have been no emojis or late-night meetups. We agreed to figure out what we\u2019re doing, and apparently, what she\u2019s doing is nothing. Part of me wants to see how long she\u2019ll last before she caves.<\/p>\n

And I\u2019m partially testing myself. \u201cEverything okay?\u201d Mila asks. \u201cYou\u2019re being weird.\u201d I roll my eyes at her because that\u2019s the type of relationship we have. I place my hand on the small of her back, leading her through the room, watching different reporters note who\u2019s with me. After overhearing my sister mention Mila on that call, I realize how right she is. I wouldn\u2019t be surprised if the narrative on the drama sites shifts to Mila and me being serious. I\u2019m encouraging it because that will give me more time with Kendall without anyone getting suspicious.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s believable, and that thought makes me smirk. Mila\u2019s gorgeous, and on paper, she checks all the boxes of being my type, but she\u2019s too high-maintenance for me. There are no sparks from either side, and because of that, we use each other as a stand-in date when we can\u2019t find anyone else. Funny that my sister noticed, but if she did, others will too.<\/p>\n

\u201cRelax,\u201d she whispers, grabbing my hand and leading me through the crowd. As we wait for a glass of champagne, she leans in close. \u201cYou never told me what tonight\u2019s goal is?\u201d I lick my lips and lean in a little closer. \u201cJealousy.\u201d Mila\u2019s eyes flash with intrigue as she glances around. \u201cReally? So far, only I\u2019ve pulled that card. Lucky woman.\u201d I chuckle. \u201cThink you can?\u201d She\u2019s handed a glass of champagne.<\/p>\n

\u201cWill you tell me who?\u201d I shake my head. \u201cI\u2019d rather you guess. Confirm it for me.\u201d \u201cThis is my favorite game to play,\u201d she says. \u201cKissing?\u201d \u201cAbsolutely,\u201d I tell her as we set the boundaries for the night. \u201cWhat level of flirting?\u201d<\/p>\n

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Keep in Touch Acknowledgments About Lyra Parish OceanofPDF.com T 1 PATTERSON he New York Angels\u2019 practice facility smells like sweat and ambition. Early morning light filters through the windows, catching the frost on the rink\u2019s surface while the cold bites through my gear. I push off, feeling the burn in my thighs as I speed down the boards.<\/p>\n

My legs are strong, and my shots have been dialed in. I carve a sharp turn around the goal and spray ice at Wyatt King, our rookie winger, who\u2019s trying way too hard to keep up with me. This is the only place where I feel untouchable. \u201cCross!\u201d Wyatt shouts. \u201cWhat the hell?\u201d \u201cTrying to teach you how to skate, kid,\u201d I call over my shoulder as I circle back toward center ice. Hunter Matthews, our smart-ass left winger, laughs from the blue line.<\/p>\n

\u201cLeave the rookie alone, Patty. He\u2019s still recovering from that bottle-service girl you set him up with last night.\u201d \u201cNah, wasn\u2019t a setup. I just made the introduction because she was into him.\u201d \u201cThanks for that,\u201d Wyatt says with a smirk. \u201cI owe you one.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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