Page 143 of Pucking Rebound

“Because if Wade ever finds out about us, he’ll break every bone in my body before chopping me up into tiny pieces.”

“You’re being a little dramatic, don’t you think?” she asks with a hint of humor and a smile.

“No. I’m being realistic. Did you not listen to the chopping into tiny pieces part? Dating sisters is a big no-no. Add exes to that list and mothers.”

“It didn’t stop Zane.”

“Zane? What the fuck did he do?”

“Whodid Zane do is a better question.”

I recoil. “Who did he do?” I’m not sure I want to know.

“Miranda.”

“Your mother?”What the fuck.

Her tone laced with bitterness, she doesn’t hold back her thoughts. “She’s not my mother. Miranda has never been in my life, and she wasn’t in Wade’s much either, if at all. She’s a pitifulexcuse for a mother. She doesn’t deserve either of us.” Lola stands tall.

“You two are the nicest people I’ve ever met. I hope it works out for all of you.” She deserves her happy ever after.

Her eyes soften around the edges. “Thank you, Jordy. You’re one of the nicest people I’ve ever met too, and I will never forget what you did for me and how you made me feel.”

Because she caught feelings for me, and I know she doesn’t want to end this.

But she has to. For her family’s sake.

“You were right though.” She tucks her lips into her mouth.

“About what?”

“Wade’s going to slice you into sushi-sized pieces. He’ll probably start with your dick.”

“Don’t fucking say that.” I cup my junk; the phantom pain makes my balls shoot up inside my body.

She lets the button go and the doors begin to close. “Take care, Jordy.”

“See you around, Teacup.”

Her beautiful face I’ve come to love disappears.

I genuinely thought we had something. I thought maybe once hockey season was over, her contract would come to an end, meaning we could date. Officially. Holding hands and shit. The full Monty. I thought she wanted that too.

And now I’m not so sure.

We were just a rebound fling.

I was a fool to think it was anything more.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

Lola

The elevator doors close and the minute the car begins its descent, I throw my hand to my mouth to stifle my cry.

I didn’t want to give him up.

But I had to. There’s too much going on in my life.

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