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“And what if it doesn’t work? You and me? Then what? Everything will get messed up, Ford.Everything.”

Ford shrugs. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

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FORD

Taytum: Do not pull the same stunt you pulled for Riley’s tryouts. Wear something nice.

Me: What do you mean? You don’t want the hockey team to write each letter of your name on our stomachs and do the wave during the recital?

Taytum: Do not. I’m already nervous!

Me: Oh, come on! You’re no fun.

Taytum: I’ll lock my bedroom window later if you come up to my show without a shirt, Ford.

I’d just use the front door, but whatever.

Me: Fine!

Taytum: Thank you.

Me: Maybe I’ll just come naked. That’s a nice view, right?

Taytum: FORD!

I smile until my phone disappears and is flying through the locker room doing multiple flips. It lands on the tiled floor, and my heart falls to my ass when I see Emory grinning. He reaches for it, and I go old-school on him. I give him a quick jab in the neck before diving down, snatching my phone, and putting it in my boxers so he’ll think twice about grabbing it.

“Wow,” he muses. “You must be texting someone good if you’re willing to pull that move.”

Theo whips his attention in my direction, but I can’t look at him because he knows I’m messing around with Taytum, and I know he disapproves.

He doesn’t care that I’m with her, but he does care that I’m hiding it from our goalie.

As captain, his job is to make sure the team dynamic is a ten out of ten, and if his beloved, hot-headed goalie finds out that his best friend is fucking his sister behind his back, well…things are going to get heated.

“Go on,” I joke. “Grab the phone.” I thrust my hips at him, but there’s sweat trailing down my back at the thought of him finding out like this.

I told Taytum to say the word and I’d come clean to Emory.

But she’s hesitant, and we have bigger things to worry about right now.

Like the phone number I snagged from my aunt that's burning a hole in my conscience.

“You’re so desperate for anyone to touch your dick that you’re going to trick me into it?” He chuckles. “We’ve gotta get you laid.”

Thank God Theo steps in, because all I can picture is his sister, naked and withering beneath me.

“What time are we meeting?” Theo asks, pulling off his practice jersey.

“Seven,” Emory states.

“See you guys then. I gotta go and wish my girl good luck.” Theo throws up his fist, and we give him knucks before breaking apart to go our separate ways.

I turn around to put the rest of my gear away but stop when I eye my jersey hanging in my locker. After making sure Emory is gone, I pull my phone out of my pants, and I quickly text Taytum.

Me: Don’t worry, Heartbreaker. I’ll wear the most expensive thing I own.

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