Page 184 of The Fake Date Agreement

Every time I glance at the table, I see Tobie on it, her skirt lifted, revealing her gorgeous ass, my cock buried in her pussy, and?—

“Because she thinks we might want to end things with her or because she wants to end things with us?” Reid asks, yanking me from thoughts I shouldn’t be having now.

I wasn’t being entirely truthful with Tobie when I said this was something we could only do face-to-face. The truth of the matter is, I’m delaying a conversation we should have days ago. That was when I’d decided I wasn’t letting Tobie go.

Few things scare me.

Tobie walking away is number one on that list.

“No, she wants us,” Javier says. “I’m sure of it.”

We all saw her smile as she answered the call in practice. We all saw her smile slip. And we all watched her rush from the arena.

Javier spoke about missed opportunities when he told us about his run-in with Marc outside the dorm.

None of us has had a relationship like the one we’re about to suggest to Tobie.

But the longer we don’t tell Tobie how we feel, the more chance we’re giving Marc to slip back into her life or for Tobie to decide she doesn’t want us at all.

And she’s applied to grad school.

Tobie is incredible. She’ll get into the University of Michigan. There’s no doubt in my mind.

My dream as always been to play hockey. It’s the same with Reid and Jay. But Tobie has dreams of her own, and I’m determined to make sure they come true for her.

“Do you think she told her dad, and he told her to end things?” I ask.

Reid shakes his head. “He wouldn’t.”

We look at him.

“And how would you know that?” I ask.

“Because he would want her to be happy. Everything she’s told me about her dad makes me think he wouldn’t care who she was with as long as they made her happy.”

I snort as I pick up my water bottle. “Sure thing, Pollyanna.”

“This isn’t just wishful thinking,” he says, surprisingly firmly.

As we return to the ice, I’m still thinking about it.

Yes, we had mind-blowing sex, but is that enough?

“Once we tell her how we feel, she’ll want us,” Reid says.

“Really living up to your name, huh, Pollyanna?” Javier bumps his shoulder.

It’s the middle of the afternoon, and there’s no practice, yet I’m leaning on the wall outside the arena in an empty parking lot, waiting.

A black truck pulls up, parks a few feet away, and the driver cuts the engine and swings open the door.

Christian is smiling as he slams the door shut and approaches, carrying a navy gym bag with Wisconsin Eagles stamped on the outside.

“Don’t you have that big party downtown, brother?” Christian calls out, green eyes sparkling.

Tonight is the party, and next week is spring break.

Tonight is also the night Reid, Javier, and I tell Tobie we want to end this fake-date agreement and make it permanent, before she goes home to see her dad.

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