Page 57 of Power Play

Emmy

You don’t like Pittsburgh?

Lexi

I don’t like room service pasta. I’ll spare you the details.

Emmy

Lovely

Me

I’m busy tonight. Sorry!

Lexi

Okay, casually dropping that on us? What are you busy with?!

Maven

Or WHO are you busy with?

Me

32.

Emmy

That’s either Liam’s number or thirty-two men.

Lexi

I kind of hope it’s thirty-two men. Talk about a plot twist.

Me

Sorry to disappoint, ladies. Just the one man.

Lexi

And is he disappointing you?

Me

… no comment

But the answer is not no.

Lexi

Damn. Goalie Daddy can get it.

Liam,I’ve learn, is always early.

I look out the peephole and find him outside my apartment at seven on the dot, standing in the hallway with his hands shoved in the pockets of his sweatpants like he’s been waiting for an hour.

“Hi,” I say when I open the door. I look him up and down and frown at his wet and wavy hair. A rogue lock curls on his forehead, and I want to brush it away. “Aren’t you cold?”

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