Page 164 of The Dixon Rule

Blake glares at me. “No, not good for him. This is basically stalking!”

“Nah. He’s just shooting his shot. You should say yes.”

“I can’t believe I’m seconding this,” Diana pipes up, “since he’s such a massive manwhore, but I agree. I think he has a secret soft side.”

“Yeah? If you two love him so much, you date him.” Blake rolls her eyes. “Cocky football players aren’t my type.” She pauses. “Although I guess I’d prefer that to a cocky hockey player.”

“What’s wrong with hockey players?” I demand.

“My mom and I are football fans.”

I stare at her, slack-jawed. “This is blasphemy. Your father’s John Logan.”

“Uh-huh, he is. I cheered at all his games growing up, and I guarantee I know more about hockey than most of your teammates. But if I have to choose a game to attend, I’d way rather be sitting behind the Patriots’ bench than center ice at TD Garden.”

“You are disowned.” I shake my head at her.

Diana and Blake proceed to ignore me as the former tries to convince the latter not to respond with “Pass.”

I no longer care about the conversation now that I know Blake is a traitor, so I go to find Diana’s phone. I want to send myself those wedding photos.

“Is it in your albums?” I call over my shoulder.

“Yeah. In a folder called G’s Wedding.”

“Cool.”

I grab the phone and unlock it; I already know the passcode because I’ve used her phone before. That’s another difference between her and Lynsey. My ex would never give me the password to her phone. I don’t think she was cheating or anything, though. That’s just Lynsey’s personality. She’s a private person. Reserved. Diana, meanwhile, is an open book.

I head back to the girls, scrolling through Diana’s photo albums.

And that’s when I realize she’s not an open book at all.

CHAPTER FORTY

SHANE

That’s not who I am

IT’S A STRUGGLE TO KEEP MY COMPOSURE AS DIANA AND I DRIVE BLAKE back to campus. Without a word, I pull into the parking lot behind Burton House, Blake’s dorm, and kill the engine.

“Thanks for the ride,” she says, reaching for the door handle. “This was fun.”

“Don’t ignore Isaac,” Diana scolds as Blake hops out of the backseat. “Give him a chance.”

“I don’t think so.”

Diana rolls down the window, shouting after her. “Give him a chance!”

“Nah” is the response floating in the wind.

Diana turns to me and grins.

I’m incapable of sharing in her humor. I cannot unsee what I saw in her phone. It’s burned like a cattle brand into my brain.

Her smile slowly fades. “What’s wrong?”

I take a breath. I can’t find the words. I honestly don’t know how to start because I’m so fucking livid.

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