Page 60 of The Fake Out Flex

Me: He did.

Levi: That was nice of him. I really do have the best best friend.

Can't argue with that.

Me: Will you tell him please?

Levi: I would love to…but relaying messages between the two of you feels wrong. Like I'm meddling or something. And you know me, I would never do that.

Annnd I'm back in Evie wants to stab her brother mode. I do have Fraser's email address, but it doesn't feel right to send him a thanks via email.

Me: I don't have his number, otherwise I would tell him myself.

Levi: Oh. Perfect!

Hear that?

That's the sound of a wild animal stepping in a carefully laid trap.

Me: What's perfect?

Levi: You just said you wanted to tell him yourself.

Me: I did?

Levi: You did. And now you can! After the home game on Wednesday.

Levi: He's made a reservation at GOMU. But I think the G is silent so when you read this out, pronounce it as OMU. Super fancy place. Impossible to get a table there. I'm still on the waitlist. Can you believe that? Maybe I should be sneaky and make the reservation under a WHAT NOW member's name.

Levi: But I digress. The point I was trying to make is you'll be able to tell Fraser yourself.

Levi: Over dinner.

Levi: And before you ask, yes, I'm sure they can make you an off-menu burger.

The home game.

Of course, that's this Wednesday. With all the commotion today—not to mention the unnaturally early start I've endured—it had totally slipped my mind.

Not that I always see Fraser at the games.

I mean, of course I see him because hello, he's on the ice. But I don't always hang around to speak with him afterward.

Much less at some swanky-sounding restaurant.

But I guess we do have some stuff to talk about.

He must be hating all this unwanted press.

And Levi will be there, so that should keep things nice and normal and far, far away from talking about anything remotely related to the kiss that almost was.

Me: Fine. I'll go. But if I were you, I'd hire security. Your little sister is THIS CLOSE to going on a rampage against you.

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Fraser

The opposing defenseman approaches at high speed.

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