Page 176 of Puck Me Secretly

“She thinks you hate her.”

I laughed. “Past tense.”

“Really? Because she’s been stressing all evening about how things will go for her at her job.”

“Calder, be serious.”

“I am. And when she’s stressed, she’s not in the mood for anything fun.”

I pulled clothes out of my walk-in closet. “Stop. My ears are burning.”

“Help a guy out.”

“With what?”

“Is she going to get fired?”

I bent down to find my black heels. “Katrina and I have had our differences, but she’s great at her job.”

“So, you’re not going to fire her?”

“No one is getting fired.”

“So, she’s good.”

“Unless she tries to burn the place down, her career with the Wolves is safe. She did some horrible things to Max but she was under the influence of Stockholm Syndrome with Baxter, so all is forgiven.”

“You’re all right, you know that, right?”

I moved to my bathroom and dumped toiletries into a bag. “Tell her to kill Hockey Gurl.”

“What do you mean?”

“The tweets? About me?”

He cleared his throat. “That wasn’t her.”

I frowned. “Are you sure?”

“A hundred percent. I thought it was Kat at first, but she showed me her phone to prove it.”

I tossed my toiletries into my duffle bag. “Okay, I believe you.”

“You’re not going to hold that against her, because I swear, Roar, it wasn’t her.”

I swung the duffle bag over my shoulder. “I promise, I won’t hold it against her.”

“You believe me?”

I jogged down the stairs. “I believe you.”

“So, are you and your boy toy going to celebrate tonight?”

“He’s my boyfriend now.” My inner thirteen-year-old bragged.

“Oh, yeah. You making it official?”

“We are no longer hiding our relationship.”

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