Page 108 of Don't Let Me Go (Don't Let Me 2)

Not that I need one this time, either.

My phone dings with a text, and Theo’s name lights up on the screen.

Apparently, I spoke too soon.

A photo of Colt giving me two thumbs up while rolling his eyes appears along with a message.

Theo: Colt gave me the green light to date you. Just so you know.

I shouldn’t find the photo endearing, but I do. I also shouldn’t think it’s cute how Theo went out of his way to get my brother’s permission, even when we both know I’m a grown-ass woman who can do whatever she wants. The fact he asked? It’s kind of adorable.

The problem, however, is Theo knows it.

And I refuse to let him win.

Me: See? Here’s the thing. You think he’s the gatekeeper to my heart, but he isn’t. He knows it. And I know it. (Hence capturing his eyes mid-roll in the picture.)

Theo: And who is the gatekeeper? Coach?

Me: Is this you trying to prove you like me?

Theo: One cinnamon treat at a time ‘cause my girl likes to keep things spicy. ;)

I snort and drop my phone to my lap. But I only make it out of the driveway before I pick my stupid cell back up again. I can’t help it. The guy’s too addictive. Too enticing. And the way I crave every single encounter with the bastard? It isn’t fair. Especially when he says things like my girl.

Praying for strength, I type out my response.

Me: I’m not sure if you’ve been hit in the head one too many times, but I’m not your girl.

Theo: You’ve always been my girl. Sorry it took me so long to see it.

Well, shit. If the guy wanted to make his point clear, he succeeded. My phone buzzes with another text.

Theo: I’ll see you in a few, Baby Thorne.

My heart pinches, and I type my response.

Me: See you at the game, Teddy.

* * *

Spicy cinnamon explodes across my taste buds as I chew the gum Theo left on my car. I shove the rest of the pack into my purse, well aware how long the flavor lasts. I’m going to need another dozen pieces to make it through today.

The locker room is bustling with players. It’s a big game today. Clearly, everyone can feel it. The energy. The anticipation. They’re putting on their gear while I hang out by the empty showers, waiting for Russ to finish a private phone call in his office.

“Hey,” Colt greets me, looking like a badass hockey player in his full get-up as he walks toward me. “Did you get the picture?”

“Of you looking like a jackass?” I quip. “Why, yes. Yes, I did.”

“Good. I already told him you don’t give a shit about whether or not I approve of who you date, but I want you to know…” He smiles a little wider. “I do approve.”

“Well, it’s a moot point, anyway.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s Theo.”

“So, what?”

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