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“There you go,” Moskins encourages. “Come on. We don’t want to make a scene. People are still watching.”

I let them guide me away from the people lingering in the crowd hoping to get our attention.

If anything happened to Olive, she’d never know how I felt. She never would have heard me tell her how much it scares me not to have her in this life.

I swallow hard.

She’d never know how much I love her.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Olive

My heart isstill pumping wildly three and a half hours later. I don’t think my hands have stopped shaking either. I’m normally all about a little adrenaline, but this shot of it doesn’t feel nearly as good.

“It’s going to be okay,” Belle promises, rubbing my arm sympathetically as she pulls up to the stadium. “The good news is you’re okay.”

I’m okay.

I’m. Okay.

That’s true. Even if my car isn’t. The tow truck driver didn’t seem to think it was a complete loss, but that’s up to the insurance company to decide. “I’m okay,” I repeat, but my voice feels distant—shakier than my fingers that I squeeze together in my lap.

Most of the drive to Pittsburgh went fine. It was in the last thirty minutes that things went sideways. The car that hit mine wasn’t paying attention to the long line of backed-up traffic waiting to get off the exit. I think the cop said he’d been on his phone when he smacked into my poor, poor vehicle. And then mine bumped into the car in front of me, which created a domino effect that left at least four cars damaged.

But Iamokay.

Just shaken.

And carless.

Which is going to make getting back to Lindon fun. Or expensive. I’m not sure which yet, but I don’t have enough brain power to care.

“Hey,” Belle says softly.

I realize the car is off and I’m staring off into oblivion through the windshield. “Sorry.”

She shakes her head. “It’s okay. Jesse said the guys are still inside. They won.”

They won.

They won.And I wasn’t there.

“I’m a terrible girlfriend,” I groan, dropping my head onto the headrest. “It’s his first game, and I didn’t show up.”

Belle eyes me. “That isn’t your fault, babes. It’s the asshole who couldn’t wait to send his dick pick or whatever he was doing to some poor, unsuspecting woman.”

That gets me to snort.

She takes the keys out of the ignition and opens her door. “Come on. He’s going to want to see you, especially in that jersey.”

I look down at myself.

I wore his jersey just like he requested. And I even bought new panties that were yellow to match his team colors. If he even wants to see them at this point.

If he’s not mad. God, I hope he’s not mad. I’m mad enough for the two of us. Because of that dickhead who hit me. Because I missed the game. Because my father texted me almost directly after it happened asking me to talk.

I’m just…mad.

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