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Hey, it’s not like I begrudge their happiness.

I really don’t.

I just wish it weren’t at my expense.

A sigh escapes me.

And now I sound like the world’s biggest pussy.

Exactly what I didn’t want.

Unable to watch them make out for another second, my gaze settles on Wolf and Fallyn. Another couple who recently got together.

Or maybe a more accurate description would be that they were just hitched in Vegas.

Yeah…

Mind completely blown.

Who the fuck gets married when they’re twenty-two?

Especially someone who has the hockey world by the balls.

I shake my head.

The answer to that question would be Wolf Westerville—future NHL goalie for Boston.

And then there’s Ford and Carina, Riggs and Stella, Madden and Viola, and last, but certainly not least, our newest couple on the block—Colby and Britt.

Christ, the guy can’t keep his damn hands off her.

Turns out, they secretly tied the knot in Vegas as well.

It wasn’t all that long ago when these guys were single and ready to mingle.

Or get laid by groupies.

Now, however?

It’s me, Bridger, and Hayes.

We’re the last ones standing.

“Maverick?”

I really hate all these maudlin thoughts trying to weigh me down. There’s been too many of them lately.

I stare into Jenna’s green eyes. “Yeah?”

She presses closer until I feel the rounded softness of her breasts against my chest. “You seem tense. I know exactly what will help with that.”

I’m sure she does.

Jenna’s superpower is that she’s capable of making you forget your own name.

Maybe that’s exactly what I need.

To forget all this bullshit pressing in at the edges.

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