Page 27 of Falling for the Pucking Bad Boy

RORY: You really suck at this detective thing.

CHLOE: The rival hockey player?!!!!

CHLOE: TELL ME IT’S THE HOCKEY PLAYER!

RORY: It’s the hockey player.

CHLOE: HOLY CRAP! HOW? WHY? DID HE FLY YOU OUT? ARE YOU DATING? WHAT’S GOING ON?

These are all things I should tell my best friend, but I’m skeptical.

And paranoid.

But it’s not like Chloe and my dad talk daily, so I give.

RORY: We made a deal. He won three games in a row, and I’d risk coming here to see him.

CHLOE: That is so freakin’ cute, Ror!

CHLOE: You like him?

RORY: Yeah.

RORY: I shouldn’t, though.

CHLOE: Girl, there is a woman out there for every man to tame them down, and you’re it for him.

RORY: Do you really think so? Or am I just setting myself up for heartache?

CHLOE: He flew you out to see him. He busted his ass and won three games to see you.

CHLOE: That is so damn romantic.

RORY: Maybe…he really does like me.

RORY: BUT we’re getting ahead of ourselves here. We’re not dating or anything.

CHLOE: Why not? You two are grown-ass adults. This has nothing to do with hockey.

RORY: It has everything to do with hockey and the fact that my father’s team HATES his with a passion. Dad is already stressed out.

CHLOE: Yet, you’re there.

CHLOE: You like him, Ror.

RORY: Yeah, but I’ve done this before. James was a dick, and all he wanted to do was rub it in.

CHLOE: Is Wells a dick?

RORY: Not that I’ve seen yet. However, he hasn’t had the chance.

CHLOE: Enjoy your time with him, okay? And, if he is, then you dip. No harm, no foul.

CHLOE: If it is something, you’ll figure it out. It’s your life. Not anyone else’s.

RORY: I know. Thanks, girl.

RORY: I’ll be back Sunday night. I’ll call you and tell you how it went.

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