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Me: Delete this chat.
Connor: NO
Jake: Too late. Check out the post. The comments are already calling her “the goalie whisperer.”
Cole: Someone said, “She turned Batman feral.”
Connor: THAT ONE’S MY FAVORITE
Me: I hate every single one of you.
Ford: No you don’t.
I look over my shoulder at Daltyn. “What are they talking about? What’s Hockey Hub?”
Rather than answer, Daltyn’s fingers fly over his phone. Then he lowers his phone so I can see it.
My stomach drops.
Slowly, I tap on the photo on the screen, enlarging it.
Daltyn and I are exiting Lace & Lavender. His hand is on the small of my back while I laugh at him.
His expression is dark. Possessive.
I swallow hard.He looks like he has feelings for me.
My pulse starts hammering again from the realization that the man whose lap I’m currently sitting on looked at me like thatbeforehe kissed me.
I glance up at him.
Right now, he looks the opposite of the guy in that picture.
He looks furious.
Not at me.
At this invasion of privacy.
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DALTYN
I should’ve known something was wrong the second Connor started typing in all caps.
That man only uses full capitalization for three things: goals, fights, and absolute bullshit.
Unfortunately for me… this falls into the third category.
I stare down at my phone as messages continue to flood the screen.
Connor: LOOK AT THE WAY HE’S LOOKING AT HER
Jake: Bro’s carrying shopping bags like a husband!
Cole: THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!
Ford: I’m going to need everyone to calm down.
