Page 59 of Exes and Oh Hell No

“Have you lost your mind?” Harper screeches.

Connor leans back, arms crossed, thoroughly entertained. “The man is crazy for you, Harper. He’s wealthy, a great guy, and he can take good care of you.” He nods toward me. “And some women think he’s hot.”

I punch his arm. “Shut up, asshole.”

“Hey, I’m helping you here.”

“You’ll get ordained, right?” I lift a brow.

Connor shrugs. “Of course, man. Hell, if you need a witness, I can send a group chat to the team. Jake is only about two hours from here. Cole woulddefinitelycome here for a wedding. He’s always busting your balls about not having a woman. Hell, until you fake-dated Carly, he thought you were gay.”

Silence crashes over the room.

Harper’s expression darkens.“Fake dated?”

Connor, completely oblivious, laughs. “Oh yeah. PR stunt. Fans and media started questioning if he was into guys. It affected his game, so the team’s PR set him up with Carly to kill the rumors.”

Harper turns her head so slowly it’s terrifying.

Her expression is unreadable as she blinks at me.

“So you weren’tin lovewith that gorgeous supermodel?” Her voice is casual.

Toocasual.

“Nope.” I grin.

She remains stoic.

Oh, she’s pissed.

And jealous as fuck.

And I fucking love to see it.

“Wow,” she mutters, looking down at the table, her face unreadable. “I had that all wrong.”

Gram snorts. “You actually thought my grandson was in love with that skinny, plastic-looking Barbie doll? Please. I raised him to have better taste than that.”

Connor throws popcorn in his mouth. “So you’re getting hitched to my boy. That’s awesome.”

Harper’s head snaps up.“No. I’mnotgetting married.”

I smirk. “Bullshit.”

Connor nods at me. “You figure out the honeymoon yet?”

I turn back to the oven, checking the lasagna. “Sooner than later. Simple ceremony here, then a real wedding in the fall. Christmas break, I’ll take her somewhere private for a week. Once the season ends, I’ll take her away for a full month.”

Connor’s eyes light up. “Island or cabin in the woods?”

“Cabin. No cell service. Private.”

“Oh, I have ideas. Remember that cabin Jake rented last year?Superremote.”

“Oh yeah. When he was trying to hide from thatpsycho stalker chick.” I nod thoughtfully. “That could work. The lake behind it is fucking huge.”

“Excuse me!” Harper screams, her face red. “Can you stop planning an imaginary honeymoon?”

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