Page 52 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
Abandoning my croissant, I wrap my hands around it in the hope that the warmth will settle everything inside me.
It doesn’t.
“Go on then,” she encourages before lifting her own croissant and taking a massive bite.
“The guy I hooked up with. He?—”
“He’s a Viper, and you’re panicking that your dad will find out?” Parker blurts, as if she’s been holding herself back all week.
I glare at her.
“What?” she asks innocently. “It was obvious. You wouldn’t be so tight-lipped about any other guy.”
I shake my head. Parker knows me better than anyone, I shouldn’t be surprised that she can read me like a book. “He found out who I am,” I confess.
Silence follows my admission.
“What?” Parker asks when I widen my eyes and gesture for her to react in some way.
“Parker, this is bad. Like, really fucking bad.”
“Why? You had a hot night with a player, and now he knows who you are. So what? It’s not like you want to marry him and have his babies.”
I school my features.
I have never in my entire life written “Mrs. Casey Rivers” on any single piece of paper just to test it out and see how it would look…how it would feel.
Nope, not once.
“Or...maybe you do?” Parker teases, a smirk playing on her lips.
I lift my hands to my cheeks. “Is it hot in here or is it?—”
“You and your wild fantasies?”
“Look,” I state, holding her eyes. “I’m not under any illusion that this is the beginning of anything. It was a one-night thing,” I say, slumping in my chair. “I just…I just wanted to see what it was like, and I knew I’d never get another chance.”
The second Parker’s eyes widen, I know she’s figured it out.
I mean, I was going to tell her anyway but…I guess I don’t need to now.
“Oh. My. God,” she breathes, unable to keep the delighted smile off her face. “You didn’t.”
I shrug one shoulder, trying to look nonchalant.
“You slept with Kodie Rivers.”
I squeeze my eyes closed; as she whispers the words, I’m back in that hotel room with his dark brown eyes staring down into mine.
“Keep it down,” I hiss. “I promised him that?—”
Parker looks at me flatly. “Who the hell am I going to tell?”
“I know you’re not going to tell anyone. I just…I promised him that it would never get out, and in turn, he wasn’t meant to know who I was.”
“But he figured it out. How?”
“Well, it wasn’t from the mole on the side of my neck like you,” I say, rolling my eyes.
