Page 73 of Knot My Only Fan

Chapter 23

Grace

“Hello?” I shout in the kitchen behind the cafe as the door slams behind me.

I got back from New York this morning. Stanton wanted to take me home like the perfect boyfriend, despite that he had hockey training. And if I’m not mistaken, he wasn’t happy when Harlow called to tell me she booked us a cab.

“Sienna!” I walk further into the back of the cafe as I check my phone and the message he sent me on the journey. I read it again.

Stanton: I hate I didn’t take you home like the best boyfriend in the world should.

And I know I shouldn’t have replied, but I did.

Me: Just thinking about it makes you the best boyfriend.

I smile at my phone.

“Ah, there you are,” Sienna says as she pushes the door and steps into the kitchen. “We really need a batch of your blueberry muffins and some oat cookies.”

“On it.”

Sienna tilts her head. “You look…” Her hand covers her mouth as she studies me more. “You look happy.”

I let out a long breath, resting my head against the wall. “I’ve got something to tell you when we have some free time.”

Her eyes lock on mine. “I already know because Harlow called me. She told me you left the charity dinner with Colton’s teammate.”

My sister is such a big mouth, the killer of all secrets.

“Yeah. He’s the captain of the hockey team. His name is Stanton Adams.”

She pulls her phone from her back pocket and her two thumbs go like lightning as she searches his name.

“He’s gorgeous…” Then she groans and turns her cell to face me.

The first five articles are of Stanton, each showing his arm around a bevy of different women. All gorgeous, all thin, and all the opposite of me.

“I never did anything with him. We’re just…” I want to tell her he’s my fake boyfriend and we’re going to make Lucas want me again.

I sigh. What the hell am I thinking?

“Don’t say friends.” Sienna sighs as she rolls her eyes upward. “You’re a fucking omega, Grace. You can’t let an alpha like that get under your skin.”

“He’s not that bad.”

“What are you talking about? What are you not understanding? He’s an alpha. Those men you are trying to avoid.”

I press my hand on my tummy. “The baby’s father was also at the charity dinner.”

“What!” One hand lands on her mouth as she gasps and falls onto the chair behind her. “You told me you didn’t know what he looks like.”

“But I know what he smells like,” I mutter. “And…”

A bell rings out from the cafe.

“Stay there and start making cookies while I serve this customer.”

Thirty minutes later, Sienna hands me a mug with a frothy top as I perch on the stool in the kitchen of the café. “It’s a decaf.”

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