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“Scout’s honor,” she said. “No matter what happens, or who shows up, it won’t end up on Hockey Tonight.”

So she had given Kellen Fox my cell number. And now I had a decision to make. One that could alter my life forever. But I had to know what was happening. Yeah, the guy drove me crazy in the press. Unfortunately he was also driving me crazy in my own head.

Zak

Come to the Rusty Dog tonight.

Kellen

You didn’t answer my question.

Zak

I’ll answer it there

Kellen

Okay

Zak

Don’t wear that fucking tarp

Kellen

What’s a tarp?

Zak

The Blade jersey. Take it off

Kellen

I thought you’d never ask

Chapter Seven

~Kellen~

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” Ford asked as he opened the door for me and Tim followed us inside.

“No,” I admitted, stopping between the two sets of doors leading into the bar. “But I don’t think he does either.”

“So, what’s your plan?” Tim asked.

“Well, I thought I’d launch myself into his arms Dirty Dancing style,” I snapped, rolling my eyes at him.

To be fair, I hadn’t told them about the moment Zak and I had shared before the concert the previous weekend. It felt too…private. Personal. So of course they had no idea why Dempsey had asked me to meet him at the bar, or why I was going.

“Look,” I continued. “I’m just hoping it’s a peace offering. Like, we call a truce and move on with our lives.”

Actually, I was hoping it was a hell of a lot more than that, but I still wasn’t totally sure that Zak even liked guys, let alone liked me. He hadn’t responded to my flirty text, so maybe I was misreading the situation completely.

“Well, let’s go find out,” Tim said, pulling open the second door and pushing me through it into a wall of sound.

The bar was packed with music blasting and people talking loudly.

“I’m sorry,” a bouncer said, walking over to us. “We’re closed for a private party.”

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