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I shiver when he takes my hand, all the parts of electricity flowing through my fingers and palm. Why did I sign up for a fake relationship when this is the most chemistry I’ve ever felt? I’m going to have to tell him the truth, and soon. But would that make things awkward for his mother’s event?

A few minutes later, the meeting with the hockey star is over and we head back up the stairs. Once we’re walking out of the arena, I turn to Kenzie with my hand still in Miles’s.

“What happened down there? You looked like a marble statue.”

“They say don’t meet your heroes,” Kenzie mutters.

I frown, not sure what she means by that. “The guy seemed genuinely nice. Which is a big change to what I was expecting from a professional athlete.”

“He just asks if he can sign something for us? How arrogant can you be?” Kenzie’s face is twisted in a frown, and I have to hold back a laugh.

Before I can speak, Miles does. “Trey gets that a lot, to be honest. He was probably just trying to break the ice with that.”

Kenzie turns to look at him and studies his face for a few moments before she nods.

We stop near the sidewalk with everyone chatting and recapping the game around us.

The limo pulls up along the curb and my roommates get in.

“We can go in the limo and leave the two of you the car, if that works,” Rachelle says, winking at me.

“I was just about to suggest it,” Miles says, squeezing my hand a couple times. They get in and the limo departs. Miles leads me in the direction of the parking garage.

“What did you think?” he asks me, pointing back toward the arena.

I grin. “That was amazing. Thanks for everything. And for putting up with all the people in my life.”

His eyes are soft, and his lips turn up into a small smile. “It’s refreshing to be around people who aren’t all about angles and what they can get out of me.” He chuckles a bit and says, “Kenzie had fun, huh?”

I laugh along with him and nod. “I’m sure we’ll hear about it for the next several years.”

“How are you doing?” he asks. We’ve stopped for a moment, and he’s turned to face me. With the lights of the parking garage highlighting his face, I have to suck in a breath with how attractive he is at the moment.

“I’m good. Really good.” A small voice in my mind is trying to warn me against something, but I’m too focused on the electricity flowing between us.

There’s a moment when he moves forward a few inches, and my eyelids flutter, almost pleading for him to lean down and kiss me. He’s almost there and then something in his eyes changes and he pulls back.

“I should get you home,” he says. He still holds my hand, but he’s not as relaxed as he was before.

Who am I kidding? The chances for my fake fiancé to fall in love with me were nonexistent from the start.

All I can think about is how I’m doomed for heartbreak.

CHAPTER27

Miles

It has been a long night of wanting to be close to Dani but also give her some space to hang out with her roommates. The balancing act of making our relationship believable isn’t as hard as it was at the beginning, probably because Dani is the only person I think of on a daily basis now.

Walking her to the door, my brain runs through our first kiss, and I want so badly to lean down and kiss her again. I almost kissed her in the parking lot but remembered our rules of not showing PDA unnecessarily.

“What are you thinking about?” Dani asks, a sly smile on her lips.

“I’m wondering how you enjoyed the game.” It’s not the best coverup for my thoughts, but I don’t need to freak her out.

She laughs and says, “We’ve talked about that a lot. It was great. I’m sure Kenzie will even say it was magical.”

She’s probably right about that. I’ve seen a lot of fans before, but Kenzie is definitely a die-hard Boston Breeze fan.

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