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Cole: I am in my own way. I always tie the laces on my left skate first, have to listen to at least one Taylor Swift song, and if I don’t eat a banana then the world WILL come to an end.

Mia: You’re so melodramatic.

Cole: It hurts that you didn’t know that already.

Mia: *plays world’s tiniest violin*

Cole: You will, though, right?

Mia: Find the smallest violin in the universe?

Mia: Sure.

Cole: NO. Send me porn before every game.

Mia: *snorts*

Mia: Sure

Cole: You made me a happy man

Mia: You’re too easy sometimes lol

Mia: xo

Cole: You have to include that as well.

Mia: Include what? Aren’t you busy listening to Taylor Swift and tying your laces a certain way?

Cole: Send me an ‘xo.’

Cole: Them’s the rules.

Cole: No porn without an ‘xo.’

Mia: *sighs*

Mia: xo

Cole: :D

CHAPTER 28

COLE

“Why are you ignoring me?”

The holler comes over the crowd, making my head whip around to find the source.

My brows lower when, rink side, I spy my agent, Hailey Pirenzi, with her arms folded and a dour glower aimed my way,andwouldn’t you know it? That chick who always wears the other team’s jersey is sitting beside her.

McIsaac is right about her being a pest.

Aware my focus has shifted off the game, I try to snatch it back, but that split second of inattention has one of the jerks from Tampa Bay, Berg the Big Bastard, slamming me into the boards.

Lewis slides past, feeding the asshole his stick.

And, of course, the ref is going to callthatand not the boarding that happened seconds before.

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