Page 32 of A Major Puck Up

“I hate this,” I admit, rubbing a hand over the back of my neck.

She nods, her eyes downcast. “I really am sorry, you know. For putting us in this position.”

I press a finger to her lips. “I’m not. Here,” I say, holding my hand palm out. “Give me your phone.”

Her eyes crease in question. “Why?”

“Text me when you get to your room. Let me know you’re safe.”

It’s the least I can fucking do. I won’t sleep until I know she’s okay. But I’m also an asshole because by suggesting that I want to make sure she’s safe, I’m also getting my best friend’s daughter’s number.

I’m already going to hell, though…

She rolls her eyes as she hands it to me, but she can’t fight the smile that tips her lips. Yeah, she likes that I care.

Even if she didn’t, now that I’ve met her, I don’t see how I can’t care about her. Even if she can’t be mine.

Once I’ve programmed my number, I hand the phone back to her. “Be safe.”

She swallows and then nods, gazing into my eyes. “You too, Gavin. Be happy.”

I hate that this is goodbye, but I can’t tell her that. It has to be.

I watch her make her way slowly back to the resort, my heart in my throat, pretty positive that I just let my soulmate walk away.

Then, with my hands shoved into my pockets and my head bowed, I walk back, in no hurry to get to my quiet room.

I’m just stepping into the building when my phone buzzes.

Peaches: You programmed yourself as “Coach.”

Me: And you’re Peaches. You back in your room?

Peaches: Yes.

Me: Good. Listen, use this number whenever you want. I’ll always be here to talk.

Peaches: Is that all I can use the number for?

Me: I think that would be best. I’m pretty sure it’s obvious how I feel, but in case you don’t know, I’m crazy about you. If you weren’t my best friend’s daughter, I’d ask you on a date.

Peaches: I’d say yes. Where would you take me?

Me: Probably a fancy steak house. I’d want to impress you.

Peaches: You could bring me to McDonald’s, and I’d be impressed, Coach.

Me: That’s why I like you.

Me: One of the many reasons, really.

Peaches: I’d definitely sleep with you on the first date.

Me: Ha. I wouldn’t even try. I’d make you wait.

Peaches: Now you’d make me wait?

Me: True. I’d want to. I’d want to date you and wine and dine you and make you fall for me. But yeah, I’d probably give up on holding out after an hour because I can’t say no to you.

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