Page 1 of Pucked Up and Married (Las Vegas Angels 4)

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Lexi

“What is your problem?” I shoved Gigi’s shoulder.

She’d checked me—hard—into the boards.

Twice.

“Me?” she asked with a smug look on her face. “I don’t have a problem. What’s your problem?”

I threw my stick down, completely done with her crap. I figured she’d be mad at me—but I didn’t think it would be this bad.

“My problem? Well, I have a few. Right now, though? It’s you.”

“Grow up, Lexi.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “This is where the big girls play.”

“Then why are you acting like a screaming baby? If you have a problem with me, then spit it out. Otherwise, you,” I said and moved closer to her, “grow up.”

It had been like this for a week.

Ever since I packed up and left Trey.

Gigi had asked me privately—not with cameras around—what had happened between us.

I loved Gigi.

We’ve been friends forever.

Trey’s issues were—Trey’s.

I was not going to be the person who ratted him out. Not to anyone.

Not even Gigi.

I wasn’t surprised she didn’t have a clue about his pill problem. Trey did a darn good job at hiding it.

If anyone knew the warning signs—it was me.

And I’d overlooked them.

The man talked a good game. And I wanted to believe him.

Now that I was away from that situation—my mind flashed back to many instances where I should have known better.

The irritableness.

The quick temper.

He’d retreat into the bedroom and say he needed some quiet time. Or to rest.

Then he’d come out a while later—a completely different person.

I didn’t see it.

Because I didn’t want to see it.

I’d been beating myself up about it every minute since I walked out of his apartment.

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