Page 6 of You're The One
My parents and Ryan tried to sell me on college. I considered it, but four years is a long time. Too long to be stuck in one place.
They said it’d give me stability, but isn’t that what I’ve been running from? Isn’t that where my thoughts catch up with me?
I don’t expect them, or anyone, to really understand. I know they just want me to be happy. They all make it sound so easy.
I wish it was.
But all I know is how to run.
I pull out my phone. Settled on my next sprint, I reply to the message with two words: I’m in. And with that, you’re looking at the newest contestant on the world’s most ridiculous television show:You’re The One.
Am I going to find love? Hell, no.
But am I going on a killer vacation? One hundred percent, yes.
Not even the thought of Dominic’s stupid face can ruin the high of having something—anything—to look forward to.
I don’t know who the bachelor is.
But does it really matter?
… I guess it matters a bit. He has to at least like me enough to keep me around.
What if he falls in love with me?
Nope. Not even going there.
Thelastthing I’m looking for is love.
THREE
“Kiss, kiss, kiss!”I chant, loud enough for everyone to hear.
“You do realize this is a housewarming party, not a wedding, right?” Mia snips, quiet enough for only me to catch. She’s standing awfully close for someone who supposedly hates me.
Logan leans down and captures Hannah’s lips.
I give Mia a look that saystold you so, and she rolls her eyes.
We’re all here to celebrate their new home, as if we didn’t all know the moment she moved in, it was a forever kind of thing. Took them a while to catch up, but hey, it’s a good excuse for a party.
And a perfect opportunity to share my news with my teammates and friends.
“I know this is your day,” I announce, “but do you mind if I steal the spotlight for just a minute more?”
Logan arches a brow, amusement in his eyes.
“Oh, now you ask…” Mia mutters under her breath.
I shoot her a look, and out of the corner of my eye, I see the camera crew enter the yard through the newly installed gate between our properties.
I shake out my hands, trying to expel an unexpected rush of nerves.
My impulsive decision to search for love on national television is starting to feel way more real, as the cameramen fromYou’re The Onetake their places around the space, covering every angle.
It won’t be my first time on TV. In fact, I’m on there multiple times a week during the season. But I’m playing hockey, one of the few things I’m good at.
Love? That ranks pretty low on my list of strengths. But the show made it look so easy, I figured evenIcould pull it off.
