Page 75 of Pucking Strong

TESS:

Rip’s. Tonight. 7pm. Be there or be square.

I check the time. It’s only a little after seven o’clock. And Rip’s is less than twenty minutes away. I could be fashionably late. And I was lying to Henrik. I don’t have plans with Colin. I just needed any excuse to fucking leave. I’m sure if I called Colin now, he’d be up for a drink. But the texts from Tess have me intrigued …

Just as I’ve made up my mind to call Colin, a new text pings from an unknown number.

UNKNOWN:

Attendance at Rip’s is nonnegotiable. Get your ass here.

Before I can suck in a righteously indignant breath, there’s another ping.

UNKNOWN:

This is Caleb Price, btw

Oh, what the actual fuck? Why is Caleb Price texting me? And apparently, he’s with Tess? Is there some kind of team dinner? Henrik didn’t mention anything earlier. Dinner out with the team is definitely something he would have mentioned. Unless he just intends to go without me …

No, he was going home to relieve Hanna. He wanted me to go home too.

But what if he gets home and decides he wants a night out? I swear to god, if I take an Uber over to Rip’s and find him there? If perfect, pretty Hanna is feeding him French fries dipped in mayo, I’m gonna fucking lose it. Our big coming-out won’t be him blowing me kisses through the plexiglass at tomorrow night’s game. It’s gonna be grainy cell phone footage of me throwing a barstool at the wall.

I may be generous to a fault, but no one fucking cheats on me. Especially not my fake husband.

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