Page 33 of What If I Knew You

What the hell do I do?

Do I run away?

Ugh if I do that, I’ll never be able to be around him again.

It will always be hella uncomfortable.

I don’t want that.

He isn’t going to want that.

Okay I have to stay cool.

Don’t react Corrigan.

He clearly doesn’t know who I am.

I suppose I haven’t used my entire name either sooo fair is fair.

And so far I haven’t given him any indication I know who he is.

If he thinks I know who he is, he’ll bolt.

Fuck, how am I going to keep this from Dad?

Corri, he’s trusting you.

This is like doctor-patient confidentiality.

Easy peasy.

Okay. Yeah.

I can do this.

“H-H-hi…Alan.”

Alan.

Alan.

Not Bodhi.

Call him Alan.

I try my best to steady my voice as I offer him my hand to shake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine.” His strong hand connects with mine, his fingers squeezing as his eyes rake over my body and then float back up to meet mine. “You look…beautiful tonight. That’s a…wow…a stunning dress.”

Stunning dress?

Stunning…dress?

Bodhi Roche just told me I’m wearing a stunning dress!

I mean Alan! Alan told me I’m wearing a stunning dress.

“Thank you very much. You look amazing as well.” He really does have fantastic fashion sense but what else would I expect from a professional hockey player? At least it’s not Griffin with his goofy pajama pants.

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