Page 65 of Game Misconduct

Henry stares at me. “I’m not talking about Elsy. You stole Bex. She’s my girl.”

Don’t remind me.

“I know she’s your girl. You took her away from me.”

Immediately, I press my lips together. I shouldn’t have said that. If he doesn’t know she and I have a history… Although, I’m sure she told him about her previous partners. At least considering our animosity on the ice.

He blinks once, twice. “Bex is my best friend.”

“I’d hope so. It would suck not to be friends with your girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” He cocks his head.

And because I love to torture myself, I keep talking. “How long have you been dating? At least a year and a half, since Elsy’s engagement party.”

Henry stares at me for a long beat.

And then he doubles over. The fucker actually clutches his stomach as tears streak from his eyes, laughing, laughing, laughing.

That white-hot anger races through me again. I’ll stand for a lot of things, but I won’t stand for being the butt of a joke.

“Dude,” Henry wheezes, wiping his eyes. “Bex and I never dated. We’re friends. Good friends. But it’s not like that with us. We’re just friends.”

“But—” I shake my head. “This doesn’t make sense.”

“You really didn’t know?”

“I thought you were together.” All this time, I’ve thought…

He snorts, the sound loud in the empty barn. “Nah, man. We’ve never gone there. Will never go there.”

My stomach drops. I need to talk to Bex.