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“Does your little brother ever stop being a cock block?” Conner asked as he threw a small medicine ball at him.

Dylan caught it. “I’m sorry, I was just offering to make breakfast. Omelets?”

“It's the least you can do. I'm gonna go shower. Make Sasha's veggie.” They Both started their way up the stairs. “Are you doing okay?” Conner asked. He was irritated with him, but he knew he wasn't doing great last night.

“Yeah, Dan messaged me last night. I think we’ll be okay.”

“You guys are pretty serious huh?”

“We are. I'm thinking about moving to Glendale. I travel so much for work there’s really no reason I need to live in the city. I can go in when I need to.”

“Good for you, I'm happy for you.”

“What's up with you and Sasha?” asked Dylan.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower, I'll be down for breakfast soon.”

“Avoiding the question.”

Conner just flipped him off and disappeared up the stairs to hop in the shower.

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Sasha

Sasha was out of the shower getting ready for the day. This morning was a pleasant surprise. Being with Conner, it was easy to forget the reason she was here with him. Sadly, she wouldn’t be able to forget much longer. She would feel out during the morning PR meeting about Wes to find out if she would be able to tell Hillary about all of it today. So far there hadn't been any activity since the gala, but that was only two nights ago. It felt like longer because so much had happened, so many very unexpected things had happened.

Last week at this time she and Conner had still been doing their dance of amazing little moments but mostly being irritated with each other. She didn't want to read into things too much, but things seemed to be changing and the fact that she would have had sex with him with both of them being sweaty messes had to say something.

But it was time for her to face the real world, and she didn't really want to. Having this stalker after her was complicated. She was scared and that emotion made sense to her, but she could never quite shake the shameful feeling that accompanied it. Like she had done something wrong by posting some of the pictures she used to post. She knew that was ridiculous, she was proud of what she had done. She was proud of the pictures she had taken. She thought she was beautiful, but there was a sense of shame with it now that she hated.

There was a knock at her door. “Hey Sasha, do you want breakfast?”

She opened the door and there was Conner in his Magic workout clothes looking fresh out of the shower.

“Yeah, I'm almost done here. I just need to finish getting ready. Can you give me fifteen minutes?”

“Of course, meet you downstairs whenever you are ready.”

She finished getting ready and headed downstairs and once again found Conner and a familiar face sitting at the kitchen table. Conner looked up at her with his handsome smile and something inside of her squeezed. She really could get used to seeing his handsome face every day.

“Let me make your breakfast,” said Dylan. “I’m making omelets.”

“Are you sure?”

“It's the least I can do. I feel like I have been interrupting things,” he said with a cheeky smile. She couldn't disagree there.

She opened her mouth to tell him she was a vegetarian, but he cut her off with “Conner already told me to make it veggie.”

There her heart went again squeezing in her chest. Conner was looking at her with a small smile on his face and she bit her lip and smiled at him.

“Yeah, thank you. That sounds great. You're Dylan, right? You represent quite a few guys on the team, right?”

“Yeah, this big lunk,” he said, punching his brother in the arm. “And then Cash, Taylor and Sven are on my roster too.”

“Do you do any other sports?”

“Nope, just hockey, but I also represent Lainie Davidson who plays for the Detroit Rivetters. She gets most of my focus right now,” he said as he broke some eggs in a bowl and whisked them up. “She is working hard to build the women's league.”

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