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“You don’t like confrontation,” he backpedals. “And let’s not forget that neither of us have been in a relationship before. You’re not the only one who doesn’t know what the fuck they’re doing, baby. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I didn’t think it mattered since I turned it down.”

I shake my head and move around him toward the door and pick up my discarded shoe. “An apology should never contain the word but, Nixon.”

“Where are you going?” he asks, and I stop in my tracks and look over my shoulder.

“I have to go to work,” I snap at him, then slide on my shoe and walk into the other room, looking for my bag and keys.

“This isn’t over, Mac,” he insists, and he’s not wrong. “We’re not over.”

It takes every ounce of strength I have to turn slowly to face him and keep my calm while I do it. “No. It’s not over. But I have to go to work, and you have a flight to catch in a few hours.”

“I’m sorry, Mac.” He moves in behind me and wraps his arms around me. “I love you.”

I close my eyes, completely overwhelmed. “I love you too, but I’m still furious with you. We can’t keep things like this from each other if this is ever going to work.”

He rests his chin on my shoulder, refusing to let go. “Does this mean you’re not leaving me?”

“It means I’m pissed as hell. And I’m not sure how long it’s going to take to get over it. But I have abandonment issues, Nix. I’ll never just walk away. Now let me go, so I can be fucking pissed all day at work and you can get on the damn plane.”

“I’m sorry, Mac. No buts. I’m an idiot.”

“Yes, you are.” I turn to look at him, still so fucking mad. “Have a safe flight and a good two games.”

He moves in to kiss me, and I back out of his hold. “I’ve got to go.”

“I love you, Mac,”

“I know,” is all I’m able to say before I leave.

Damn it.

Well damn, Kroydon Hills. I’ve never wanted to be the meat in a triple decker sandwich before, but it’s official. You can call me bacon and slap me between three slices of bread, because seeing all three Sinclair brothers together on the ice last night has this reporter rethinking her stance on the more the merrier. Because those three men look like they could make a girl very merry.

If the video currently circulating on social media is to be believed, which I happen to think it is, the oldest of the Sinclairs’ very own puck pack could be off the market.

It’s a shame, if you ask me. I’m not sure a single woman could ever turn that man down again after practically impregnating the entire female population with one single kiss.

Sorry, ladies. He’s taken. But he does have two brothers.

#KroydonKronicles #PuckPack

#TripleDeckerSinclairSandwich

NIXON

Ipark outside of Lindy and Easton’s house and look at my text messages.

Nixon

I’m sorry I hurt you.

She left me on read.

Fuck.

I look up at the house in front of me and realize Easton is sitting on the porch with Lindy. Are they... shit. They’re having coffee and staring at me.

Guess I’m about to ruin both Hayes siblings’ mornings.

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