ME?
Fucking hell, Princess, I’m pretty damn sure you’re the one who played me.
Griffin clears his throat and nudges me with his elbow. “Dude, shake her hand. Be nice.”
Acting on his words because I’m clearly not in my own body right now, I reach out my hand and wrap it around Corrigan’s. Her soft warm skin the way I remember it from this morning.
This morning.
Because I was just with her this morning!
“Pleasure to meet you, Corrigan.”
Fucking fuck.
I’m dead.
Like, dead, dead.
Coach is going to kill me.
My career is fucking over.
“Would you guys like to join us?” Ella asks them. “I hear you just got back from a few years in London? Welcome back to the States by the way.”
“Thank you. Yes. I guess I missed this big guy too much to stay away too long,” she says, hugging her dad.
Her dad, who is also our coach.
The coach who is going to chop off my dick and bury it under the ice when he finds out what I’ve done with his daughter.
How is this even happening right now?
How was I so stupid?
How did I fall for…
Wait…
Wait a minute.
Wait, wait, wait.
What if she’s just as shocked as I am?
What if she really didn’t know I played hockey?
If I’m new to the team and she’s been overseas, maybe she really doesn’t know me.
And so maybe she’s equally shocked and upset that I lied to her about who I was.
Fuck.
I told her my name was Alan.
Now she knows I lied about that.
Now maybe she thinks I’m a lying douchebag.