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Remy steps forward, her cheeks pink. “It’s fine,” she says quickly, holding out a hand. “I’m Remy. Nice to meet you.”

I shake her hand, still feeling like an idiot. “Eli. Sorry about the mix-up.”

Zane watches me for a second, then nods, his shoulders relaxing.

Caleb, though, smirks. “Can we talk?”

“No,” I snap, turning back to Zane. “How long is this going to take you?”

“Tomorrow,” Zane says. “I’ll even throw in a discount.”

“Appreciate it.”

I shove past Caleb on my way out, bumping his shoulder hard.

“See you at practice,” I mutter, not bothering to look back.

Chapter 15

I toss my bag onto the chair in the corner, the contents spilling out haphazardly. The now-empty Diet Coke can lands on top of the trash as I shove it in with more force than necessary.

What kind of bullshit is this? Did Eli seriously think one can of soda was going to make me forget everything? Like a bribe or some stupid peace offering could undo what he did.

“What an actual asshole,” I mutter, walking to the fridge and yanking the door open. The cold air hits my face as I grab a bottle of water.

I take a long sip, trying to cool the fire burning in my chest. But the image of that damn Diet Coke can keeps tugging at me.

I find myself walking back toward the trash. My hand hesitates before I pluck the can out. I stare at it for a second before sighing and shoving it into my bag.

“Pathetic,” I mutter.

The front door swings open, and I nearly jump out of my skin.

“Sienna?” Dad’s voice booms as he steps into the kitchen.

“Hey,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.

He frowns, his eyes narrowing. “Why are you so jumpy?”

I shake my head, forcing a laugh. “I just wasn’t expecting you home this early.”

He tosses his keys on the counter and leans against it, folding his arms. “Big game tomorrow. I like to rest before a big one. You good?”

“Yeah,” I lie.

“You sure?” He reaches out and takes my hand, his brows pulling together in concern.

I stare at him, wondering for a horrifying moment what he’d do if he knew the truth. If he knew that two of his star players — his pride and joy — had come on my face after chasing me down like prey. Would he be as mortified as I am? As disgusted?

The thought alone makes me want to throw up.

“Yeah,” I say quickly, pulling my hand back. “I think I’m about to get my period or something. Just feeling a little off.”

He nods, his expression softening. “Alright. Rest. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I mumble, heading for my room.

I shut the door behind me and lean against it, my heart hammering.

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