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"Hm, sounds like a clown's name," he retorts.

"The only clown in this car is you," I bark back.

"Okay, you two…" Vance chimes in.

"No," Trevor says, putting his hand up. "She wants to pretend she knows everything about me, then let's do this. And allow me to set the record straight."

Chapter 4

Trevor

What Lana MacDonald—I still can't get over that name—doesn't know is that she's only half right.

No, I did not just get by because my dad is rich, though I can't say the same about my brothers and their careers.

And if she really thinks I used Izzy because of her connection to the Heatwave—then she's more delusional than I can ever help her see.

But she's not wrong about women having a harder time in sports. You don't have to look too far to know that is a stone cold truth. One that my own mother had to face as a woman's hockey player.

And if Lana MacDonald did more than just run that pretty little mouth of hers, then maybe she would see that the reason I'm even playing hockey today isbecauseof a woman—one that's so much like her, it's a little scary.

"So tell me then, Lana, what makes me entitled versus someone like your brother?"

"God, please no. Don't bring me into this," Mick says, lifting a hand from the steering wheel and shaking it at me.

"What? It's a solid argument. Why am I the problem and not just every male athlete ever? We were both selected from college.We both play for the same team. How am I the problem and not Mick here?"

"I didn't say you were the problem," Lana protests.

"No, you did. Just in so many more words."

Mick knocks the back of his head against the head rest a few times and shoots me a glare.

"You know what. The very fact that I have to explain this to you, is why you are the problem," she says with finality. She's sitting arms crossed and not looking at me as she does.

"So that's it? You're done talking to me."

Her eyes glide to mine only momentarily. But she quickly looks away again.

Clearly we're done here. Lana has officially shut down.

I sigh deep and heavy before turning to away from her and looking out my window.

A few hours go by with Mick just jumping from music station to music station. And the sun has slowly risen up over the horizon to my right just as I'm trying to get comfortable and fall asleep.

I flip to the other side and catch a glimpse of Lana. She's also asleep. Her body folded across the back seat and she's using her baby blue sweatshirt as a pillow. Her dark curls are spirally and wild and have fallen over her face, a few strands sticking to her glossed lips. Pink, full lips. Pink, snarky, stupidly tempting… lips.

Mick clears his throat, and I realize that he's caught me staring at his sister.

"What?" I murmur.

"I didn't say anything." He grins and messes with the stations again.

He skips over a song I like and I sit up straighter. "Oh, put it back, put it back."

Mick gives me a look. "Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously! Change it back, Mick."

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