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I stay rooted in place, watching Adam head to his truck, hitting me with a wink before he climbs in and drives away.

“If you’re not gonna eat that sundae—”

“Back off.” I tear my ice cream bouquet away from Marco, setting it on the reception desk while I dig out my sundae. There’s an obscene amount of hot fudge on this thing, layered on the bottom, top, and halfway. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.

“You have some explaining to do, Miss Rosie.”

My gaze lifts to Marco, my spoon pausing just before my mouth. “What?”

His smile is particularly huge as he watches me with his chin propped in his hands, elbows on the desk. “Don’t ‘what’ me. You know exactly what.”

“I do not.”

“Mhmm.” He drops his forearms to the desk, tapping his fingers. “So all this time you’ve just convenientlyforgottento mention that you’re dating Adam Lockwood?”

“What do you mean? I told you we were dating.”

“You told me you were dating a man named Adam. You did not tell me you were dating Adam. Motherfucking.Lockwood.”

“I don’t get it,” I say slowly, lowering my spoon. “Do you know him?”

Marco frowns. “Do you not know what Adam does for a living?”

“He works…he works with professional athletes.” I don’t know why it’s a murmur, or why it sounds more like a question. I don’t know why my stomach knots either.

“Rosie, Adam Lockwoodisa professional athlete. He’s the starter goalie for the Vancouver Vipers.”

“H…hockey?”

“One of the best and highest paid in the league.”

My head shakes, and the tremor in my hands returns. Adam wouldn’t lie to me about something so important. He just wouldn’t.

“He just re-signed with the Vipers for ten-point-five million a year. And that doesn’t include any sponsorship deals.” Marco pulls out his phone, typing. “Google says at the end of the last season, your man had a net worth of thirty-four million.”

“Thirty-four million?” I place my hand over my stomach. It’s lurching like my lunch might make a reappearance.

“I swear, Ro. Do you even know him? Here, look.” He flashes me a picture. “Here he is in one of his game-day suits. Look how well he wears a three-piece. Imagine him in that at your wedding?”

I can’t; all I can focus on is the pictures. So many of them, all Adam. I click on one, and the screen fills with a photo of Adam on the ice, looking utterly massive in a pair of skates and huge, clunky equipment, a mask that matches his green and blue jersey.

My stomach turns itself over as I pull up another photo. Adam with his lips pressed to the temple of the gorgeous redhead tucked into his side. There’s a caption included, one that makes me stop breathing.

Are they really done? Hockey’s golden boy Adam Lockwood and longtime girlfriend, Courtney McLean, end their seven-year relationship amid cheating rumors.

I swallow down the bile climbing my throat and, against my better judgment, pick a new photo. In this one, Adam doesn’t even appear to know his picture is being taken. He’s sitting in a restaurant, drinking wine with a pretty brunette. This caption?

Adam Lockwood, hockey’s most eligible bachelor and serial dater, not settling down any time soon!

My racing heart slows to a crawl before I swear it stops beating altogether, and my ice cream sundae slips from my grip, splattering at my feet.

I can’t be sure, but I think that’s where my heart winds up, too, after it shatters.

CHAPTER23

I’LL SEE YOU

ADAM

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