Page 67 of Exes and Oh Hell No

•Rule # Three: Don’t marry your delusional kidnapper, even if he is your hotter-than-sin ex-boyfriend turned professional hockey player.

I recite the spur-of-the-moment rules as I sit up, running a hand through my hair and tugging down Ford’s sweatshirt.

His gravelly voice rumbles in my ear. “You look sexy as fuck in my sweatshirt.”

Desire and need drips from his tone, disarming my defenses.

“F-Ford. Please. Stop.”

He wiggles his brows, giving me a smile that suggests there’s no way in hell that’s happening.

Not that I really expected it would.

But I seem to be hailing from the same land of delusions as Ford right now, only I have a modicum of sanity, unlike him.

“Why don’t you make us some popcorn, asshole.” Ford nudges Connor. “Bring us some drinks, too.”

Connor raises his brows. “When did I become your bitch?”

“When my future wife called you a little bitch.”

He shoots me a wink that has my breath stuttering inside my chest before his gaze returns to Connor. “Plus, you’re staying here to watch my drama unfold. You need to work for it, son.”

He grumbles as he gets up. “Whatever happened to serving your guests?”

When he exits, a giggle bursts out of me. “I changed my mind. He’s a big bitch, not a little one.”

Ford nearly spits out the water he just took a sip of.

Wiping a hand over his mouth, he chuckles. “I concur. BB for short.”

I laugh. “Noted. BB it is.”

Oh, God.

This feels too… familiar.

Comfortable.

I should be fighting him.

I should be trying to escape.

But instead… I’m sinking into him.

No, the voice inside my head argues.Get him to let his guard down. You know you can’t outrun puck boy.

Satisfied with my plan, I snuggle against Ford, who looks down at me with a mixture of surprise and suspicion.

I blink up at him. “This day is wearing me out. I’m getting tired.”

“Do you wanna go to bed?”

I shake my head.

God, no. I know what’ll happen.

“Nah. Let’s have a snack and watch a movie before bed.”

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