Page 10 of Puck Princess

We moan together, and she lifts my face to kiss her again.

But suddenly, I stop.

How I’m capable of doing it, I can’t tell you. But I stop.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, suddenly panicked. “What did I do?”

“Nothing,” I breathe, shaking my head. “It’s just…” I trail off, trying to gather my thoughts. Well, the thoughts that aren’twhat the fuck are you doing? Why did you stop? Kiss her again and forget everything else.

Callie slides off of me and pulls her shirt back on, and I feel the loss of her skin like a physical blow.

But it does help to clear my head, and I snatch at the first thought I find. “Why would he go after you?”

“Who?”

“Miles.”

Her mouth tips into a frown. “You… You don’t believe me?”

“I didn’t say that.” I rub my hand over my mouth and lean back. “I just don’t understand why. Was it some kind of revengebecause he hates me for some reason? Or is there another motive? I mean, if you come clean about it to the coach and can prove it, you could destroy him.”

“Owen.”

“He’s so set on proving he’s this good guy—the boring, engaged hockey player who stays out of the press?—”

“Owen.”

“So why would he do something to you that could fuck all of that up?”

“Owen!” Callie touches my face, a fraction of the tension from before flickering to life again. Then she drops her hand. “It doesn’t matter. And I’m going to take care of it.”

“You sound like Summer.” I snort out a laugh. “But here’s the thing: you two don’t take care of anything. You run, but that doesn’t solve the problem. They come after you.”

“What do you mean by that?” But she isn’t angry, she’s concerned. “Did he— Did someone come after Summer again?”

“No, not recently, but—” I stop. “Why?”

She shakes her head, looking away, and I’m overcome by the same feeling I had that day at the arena.

Something is happening here, and I don’t understand what.

But I’m going to.

“What do you know?”

“Nothing. I just?—”

“You’re lying,” I growl. “I know you, and you know something. Same question, Callie. And look at me when you answer. Did something happen with Summer that I don’t know about?”

She chews her lip.Yes.

“Callie.” I look at her, silently pleading with her. “She’s my sister.”

“It’s notwhatyou don’t know. It’s who.”

My heart comes to a screeching halt in my chest. My words come out almost inaudible. “You know who is after her?”

She nods.

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