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KillerCatQueen7: Nah.

GretzkyWannabe42: Admit it. I’m turning you into a romantic.

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CHAPTER 50

MATT

“Who’sthe chick next to the bench?”

Liam, who’s midway through a protein shake, blinks at me. “What chick?”

“He means that chick who always wears the other team’s jersey,” McIsaac complains. “The one who sits rink side.”

My brows lift. “Why does she do that?”

“No idea,” Liam dismisses, obviously uninterested in the woman’s reasoning. “Why did you ask? She shout something at you? She does that sometimes.”

“Please tell me it was worthy of getting her tossed from the game?” McIsaac asks, tone hopeful.

I scratch my chin. “She was wearing my jersey.”

“Doubtful. She always wears the opposing team’s?—”

“Exactly. She wore a Bulldogs’ jersey. With my name on it.”

“So?” Liam finishes off his shake.

“So? Have you seen her?”

“Yeah. Many times.”

I huff. “You’ve got Gracie tunnel vision. Isn’t she banging, Lewis?”

Lewis raises his hands. “Don’t bring me into this.”

“You’ll fuck anything that moves but?—”

“She comes to every game and cheers for the other team, dude. She’s a traitor. I don’t fuck traitors.”

“That’s harsh,” I defend.

Cole snorts. “What’s it to you?”

“That’s my future wife you’re talking about.” I huff as I fold my arms across my chest.

The teammates around us pause in their ministrations to gawk at me.

I shoot them a smug smile.

“Your future wife?” Lewis repeats with a hoot.

“Since when are you getting married?” Cole demands.

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