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Hayden sucks in a tight breath, and something flashes in his eyes that makes my heart beat harder. It’s the same dominance I saw the other night, when he teased me with the toy.

“Let’s make it a double date,” he says, standing taller.

“You sure you want to do that?” Alexei asks him.

“Positive,” Hayden bites out. He glances to Georgia. “Georgia? You want to go on a date?”

Alexei’s eyebrows snap together. “It’s a conflict of interest.”

“She’s notmydoctor,” Hayden shoots back. The players are divided up between the two team doctors. “And she’s not yours either. Right, Georgia?” Hayden asks her. “It’s not a conflict of interest for you to go out, because none of us are your patients.”

Everyone goes quiet, waiting for her response.

“I should say no to this drama,” she mutters to me, “but I also feel like it could get interesting.” She gives me a sidelong look. “What do you think?”

I don’t think she has any romantic interest in Hayden, but there’s still a hard little kernel in my stomach at the idea of it. He’s not mine, though. “I think it’ll be fun.”

She smiles at me. “Great.” To Hayden, she nods. “You’re on, Owens.”

“Great.” He glances at me.

Alexei glances between us, expression unreadable. “Great.”

“Great,” I say, unsure of what just happened.

CHAPTER 45

HAYDEN

The nightof the double date, I lean a hand on Darcy’s bedroom doorframe, watching her get ready.

She looks stunning, hair loose and pretty around her shoulders and wearing a top the shade of the roses I bought her for Valentine’s Day. And it’s forhim. My nostrils flare.

This morning, I saw the lingerie she bought hanging to dry in the bathroom, but when I walked past half an hour ago, it was gone.

She’s wearing it for a date withhim. I should be supportive of her, but I just feel sick and pissed off.

“Hey.” She catches sight of me. “You look nice.”

“Thanks.” We’re going to a casual restaurant tonight, so I’m dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and a knit sweater Darcy once said?—

“That blue color makes your eyes look like the ocean.” She smiles over at me.

“I know.” I feel like I can’t breathe. “I remember.”

She hums, smiling again, turning back to the mirror as she runs her fingers through her hair. Since she dyed it, she wears it down more, like she’s proud of it and wants to show it off.

My gaze drops to her outfit, and a muscle in my chesttightens. Those jeans hug her ass in all the right places. The red top she’s wearing? It’s snug around her waist and chest, but looser in the sleeves. My hands would fit perfectly in the curve of her waist.

I know what Volkov’s doing. He asked her out to make me jealous. He doesn’t have feelings for her. Any guy who sees her in this outfit, though, won’t be able to keep his hands off her. And maybe tonight is the night he changes his mind.

She does a double take at my expression. “What?”

“That’s what you’re wearing?”

Her smile drops and her gaze swings to the mirror, flashing with uncertainty, and I hate myself. My accusing tone makes me sound like a controlling asshole.

“No, fuck. Sorry.” I rub the bridge of my nose. “That came out wrong. It’s just different from what you normally wear.” I gesture at her top. “Red,” I add, because I’m a dumbass who can’t think of words.

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