Page 2 of Exes and Oh Hell No

I lost it.

Lunging, I grabbed him by the shirt.

My fist smashed into his face before I could process what I’d done.

Harper screamed behind me. My hockey teammates had to rip me off him.

When the haze of rage finally lifted, I turned and saw her staring at me like she didn’t recognize me anymore.

That was the moment I knew I’d fucked up.

Coach pulled strings to keep me out of real trouble. I got a two-game suspension, which was nothing compared to whatreallyhappened.

Harper shut me out.

Two weeks later, she finally spoke to me. Told me it was best if we ended things.

I wanted to drop to my knees. Wrap my arms around her waist.Begher for another chance.

But she told me we were done.

Just like that.

Connor nudges me, yanking me back to the present. “Yo, man. You still with me?”

I force myself to blink.

What had we been talking about?

Oh, right.

Gram and Carly.

I shrug. “I can handle her.”

Connor hums like he doesn’t believe me, then drops a bomb. “You know the Adams are selling their house, right?”

I freeze, my fingers clenching around the luggage handle.

“Yeah, I heard.” My voice is too even. Too neutral.

He smirks. “Heard Harper’s overseeing the renovations. Getting it ready to sell.”

A weight settles in my gut.

I school my face into something unreadable. “Had no idea.”

He snorts. “Yeah, right. Don’t lie to me.”

I glare at him. “Fine. I know all about it.”

Connor raises his brows. “Figured you did.”

I bristle, saying nothing.

He needles me. “Considering their place is right across the lake from your Gram’s, you're bound to run into her.”

Heat coils up my spine, mixing with something I don’t want to name.

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