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“Okay, great.”

I follow him as he walks to the door.

“In the meantime, I hope you’ll study up on your hockey knowledge. There will be a quiz.”

I giggle. “I’m good at quizzes.”

He opens the door and turns.

“Thanks for hanging out tonight. I had fun.”

My heart is pounding so loudly, I wonder if he can hear it.

“Thanks for the ice cream and the hockey lesson,” I say, leaning on the door.

He hesitates for a second before stepping outside.

“I’ll talk to you soon, Vivi. Good night.”

“Good night, Mac,” I say, before he disappears into the darkness.

I close the door and cover my face with my hands. What just happened?

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

MAC

Ican’t remember the last time I enjoyed myself so much. My everyday life isn’t dull, but last night was better than all the hype that comes with my career. My spontaneous text to Vivian resulted in an almost perfect evening. I took a chance and I’m so glad I did. From the moment we bumped into Vivian and Katie at Casa del Sol Cantina, I was already thinking of excuses to see her again. I had a good time with Claire. She’s outgoing, flirty, and very pretty, but the spark is missing. Maybe it would be different if my mind wasn’t so focused on Vivian. Life experience has taught me that anything is possible, but my interest in her has me completely baffled.

I didn’t give Vivian a chance to say no when I asked to come over. I was grasping at straws when I offered to bring ice cream. And after last night I ten out of ten recommend watching hockey and eating ice cream with a beautiful woman. I only wish I’d kissed her. I’d contemplated it but didn’t want to push my luck.

A knock on the door interrupts my memory.

“Come in,” I call.

“Good morning,” Mom sings. She holds up a bag and a cup of coffee. “Your father and I brought you some bagels.”

There are definite perks to staying with my parents for the summer.

“You’re the best.”

“How are you this morning?” she asks, giving me a curious look. It takes me a whole second to know she’s fishing for information.

“Fine. How are you?”

She leans her head to the side. “Can I be a nosy, meddling mother for a minute?”

“Can I stop you?” I ask.

“What do you think?”

I sit down at the table and reach into the bag of bagels. “What do you want to know?”

She claps her hands together and sits down with me. “Laura told me that you went out with one of Addi’s friends.”

Of course she did. Some things never change.

“Yes. We went to dinner last night with Kyle and Addi.”

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