Page 90 of Don't Fall for the Goalie
Connor: NO OUR GOALIE’S IN LOVE!
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, trying not to shift into full-panic mode.
I swallow hard. There’s a buzzing in my ears, and my stomach plummets.
Shit just got real.
“I need to get up,” I say to her.
She glances over her shoulder at me, blue eyes wide.
I lift her, setting her onto the sectional, then begin pacing.
I jab at the screen harder than necessary. The panic courses through me like shockwaves.
Me: Delete this chat!
Connor: Already screenshotted it. For memories
I swear I’m going to kill him.
He has no idea the problem this causes. No fucking clue about my past... which just rammed face-first into a viral relationship.
I open the article. The second the page loads, my stomach drops.
There I am outside the lingerie store. Wearing a black hoodie with my ball cap pulled low. Peyton’s shopping bags are clenched in my fist like I’m preparing for war instead of carrying lace and silk through downtown Vermont.
And Peyton is looking up at me, that smile that only I can put on her face. She’s laughing at my reaction to being in the lingerie shop with her.
And me... I swallow over the lump in my throat. It doesn’t move.
I'm staring at her like a man with real feelings for her.
Any fucking fool with eyes can see it. Plain as day.
The headline blares across the top.
GREEN MOUNTAIN AVALANCHE GOALIE DALTYN GUYER SPOTTED WITH MYSTERY WOMAN
Fuck.
I scroll.
Big mistake.
The comments are already unhinged.
That’s his girlfriend. No way he carries bags for just anyone.
He looks so in love. Sigh!
Why is that hot, though?
Goalie’s gone soft
“Soft?” I mutter darkly.
Peyton snorts beside me.
