Page 122 of Exes and Oh Hell No

“I don’t need to. What kind of name is Mark? Sounds like a boring ass sales rep or accountant.”

Her cheeks are scarlet as her spine snaps straight. “He is a sales rep that sells tax accounting software.”

Connor snorts, his arm sliding across the back of her chair. “I knew it.”

He shakes his head, leaning closer so that his lips nearly graze her ear. “Boring.”

Harper shoots me a look as she takes a bite of her fettuccine.

She leans over and says, “I’m letting her handle him.”

“Or not,” I scoff. “I’m not sure anyone handles Connor, least of all Allie.”

I glance over Harper’s head before brushing my lips over her forehead. “He’ll have her kissing him before she’s even aware she’s doing it.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. Allie is very loyal.”

“Where is Mark?” My brows raise as I give her a pointed look.

Harper sighs. “Traveling. Again.”

“Is he planning on being here for the wedding?”

Harper shifts in her chair. “He told Allie he’d try but texted her earlier saying not to count on it.”

My hand moves to her thigh. “He’s not paying enough attention to Allie.”

I cut off Harper as she opens her mouth. “I don’t care what job he has. She should be his priority. You don’t let your woman go to your best friend’s wedding without you. Period.”

Connor, who is still tormenting Allie, locks eyes with me. “I agree.”

Allie’s face is scarlet.

She reaches over, grabs her wine, and downs the rest of it.

She locks eyes with the waitress and says, “Another, please.”

Connor smirks down at her as I exchange a look with Harper.

“You better warn Allie not to get drunk,” I whisper in Harper’s ear. “There’s no telling what Connor will convince her to do while she’s intoxicated.”

“Are we wearing navy tuxs?” Jake asks, pointing to Cole. “He says black.”

I shake my head. “Navy. Just like our team colors.”

Instantly, my four teammates start banging on the table, chanting, “Avalanche. Avalanche.”

I chuckle as the entire restaurant stares at us.

Harper’s face is bright red. “This is what I get for marrying a hockey player.”

Leaning in, I nuzzle her ear. “You know it, beautiful.”

I kiss her cheek, before pulling back slightly. “Have I told you how fucking stunning you look in that dress?”

She blushes, looking down at herself.

When her eyes lift to mine, she has a shy smile on her lips. “Yes, but I never tire of hearing it.”

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