Page 2 of Pucked Up and Married (Las Vegas Angels 4)

I should have known.

If anyone in the freaking world knew the signs—it was me.

Gosh, I couldn’t believe how stupid I’d been.

“Okay then,” she glared at me, “I do have a problem with you walking out on Trey. He’s one of my best friends and you’ve made him miserable.”

I lowered my voice to a whisper. “I told you I can’t talk about that.”

Her face got that mean look that she saved for an opposing team.

My breath hitched when I suddenly realized that—in her eyes—I was now the opposing team.

And that freaking stung.

After everything Gigi and I had been through—I’d been ousted from friend status—to enemy.

“Yeah, that’s what you’ve been saying for a week, now. It’s a pretty weak excuse for stomping on someone’s heart.” Somehow, her expression got even meaner. “You hurt my friend,” she slid closer so we were skate to skate, “and I want to know why.”

I inhaled a ragged breath. “That’s between me and Trey. It’s nobody else’s business.”

The real kicker of all this BS—is that I did nothing wrong.

Except for falling in love with the wrong guy.

And staying with that guy even when I knew I should leave.

“Nice, Lexi. That’s real nice. I had no idea you could be like this.”

That hit right to the very core of me.

I loved Gigi.

And we’d been friends for freaking ever.

She knew me.

If anyone in the world knew me—it was her.

Yeah, I partied too hard sometimes.

Yeah, I got myself into more binds than the average bear.

But I never hurt anyone.

Gigi knew that.

The stupid crap I did only ended up hurting me.

No one else.

Not on purpose, anyway.

Instead of accepting the fact I couldn’t discuss my personal business—she’d written me off as a horrible person.

Yeah, that stung like a mother.

“Looks like you already know everything,” I snapped at her more harshly than I meant to.

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