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It doesn’t really matter how he found out.
What matters is that my ex-husband now has my exact location.
CHAPTER 18
Just Hanging Out
ATTICUS
Saturday, July 18
Something’s shifted with Raleigh.
We’ve both settled into spending most of our days and nights with each other, acting as if we’re dating even though we haven’t labeled it.
But there’s also the unspoken.
Less than four weeks left in her sabbatical.
The fact that I’m a professional hockey player in the offseason.
Her ex-husband.
Especiallythat.
I asked her how she felt about the flowers the day after she received them, and she just shrugged it off, like it wasn’t a big deal that her ex keeps trying to win her back and that he knows exactly where she is.
I didn’t push it. I should’ve stayed and talked to her about it when it happened. It was too late the day after.
“Want to get a drink or ice cream?” I ask, my arm slung over her shoulders. Raleigh’s leaning into me and we’re walking perfectly in step. We just finished eating Thai food and arewalking through the streets of Fort Collins. “Or skip those options and head back to my place?”
“How about both and then your place?” She looks up at me and I lean down to kiss her lips.
“Whatever you want, coach.”
Raleigh laughs and elbows me in the side, which is normally her reaction when I pull out thecoachnickname.
Even though I fired her from that role last week.
I picked her up from the Pink Palace a few hours ago and made sure Megghen was fed and settled in her tent inside the RV so Raleigh would feel comfortable coming back to my place for the night.
This all feels like we’re living in some kind of fantasy world. I have to remind myself this is basically a vacation fling.
At least for Raleigh. She thinks I’m fun, but I can’t help but think that she sees me the same way that I think Lachlan’s girlfriend sees him.
A bit of fun. Nothing serious.
And I’m definitely not going to ask her if that’s true.
“Black Diamond?” I suggest, pointing ahead of us to the bar where we first met up with Lachlan. There are groups of people standing outside the bar around a few high tables.
“Sure.”
I hold open the heavy wooden door to Black Diamond and Raleigh steps inside. I follow, grabbing her hand and approaching the bar. There’s a ring of people waiting for drinks, and we stop right behind a man and a woman.
I’m busy focusing on the feel of Raleigh’s hand in mine when the woman turns around.
Oh, fuck.
