Page 112 of Exes and Oh Hell No

Ford’s gaze drops to mine. “Daltyn Guyer is our goalie. He took over after Warren got seriously injured.”

“He fucking rocks. The kid has mad skills. And fits right in with us.”

Harper rolls her eyes. “So, he’s a psycho kid. Gotcha.”

“He’s twenty-three. Connor considers him a kid.”

“Either way, I’m sure he’s unhinged based on the amount of respect the two of you have for him.”

Connor and I grin at each other, my irritation with him temporarily easing.

It was Daltyn’s idea to create social media accounts posing as women that Harper vaguely knew but wasn’t close to.

“He’s coming for the wedding, too,” Connor says.

“Sweet.” I glance down at Harper. “We need to discuss bridesmaids. I have three groomsmen.”

“We aren’t talking about this yet. I can’t…” She puts her hands over her ears. “I’m still processing things. Someone broke in here and trashed the place. You put cameras in here. You’ve spied on me for years using social media.”

“A decade, but who’s counting?” Connor quips.

I glare at him. “You may end up missing.”

“This is going in the chat.” He looks up at me as I growl.

As he types, he says, “Gotta go. Might die tonight. But worth it. Busting Ford’s balls is too easy.”

Harper suddenly bursts into hysterical laughter. “I-I s-swear. Y-You two are s-so unhinged.”

Immediately, I relax.

If she’s laughing, she’s processing things.

And though I don’t mind forcing her to walk down the aisle, it will be easier if she does it willingly.

We can use the handcuffs later.

Connor winks at her. “You’re marrying into the best hockey family in the NHL.” His eyes dart around the room before landing on me. “Have you checked anywhere else?”

“Connor’s right. We’re the best… and I’m gonna be one helluva husband.” I wrap my arms around her, hugging her.

She relaxes against me, squeezing me back, and I know things will be just fine.

Turning my attention to Connor, I shake my head. “We were just getting ready to when you came in.”

He smirks. “It looked more like you were ready to get her naked and forget about everything else. But okay.” He chuckles. “Let’s go check it out.”

He reaches down and grabs something I hadn’t noticed before.

My grandfather’s hockey stick.

“What the hell? Why do you have my grandfather’s stick?”

“Eww. That sounds like I’m holding his dick or something.” Connor makes a face, wiping a hand against his pants leg. “In case someone’s here.” He takes a step back and swings it wildly.

I push Harper down, curving my body over hers on the floor.

“Jesus Christ. Watch where you’re swinging that thing!” I yell, irritated as fuck with him. “You hit my woman with that, I’m shoving it up your ass.”

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