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“And did you?”
“Yeah, definitely. And the photos that surfaced of that night a few days later only confirmed it.”
She makes a face. “Ouch.”
“Yeah. So, I focused on hockey. I’ve dated a little, but I guess you’re the first girl I’ve really wanted more with.”
She grins. That finger trailing along my chest lifts to the dimple in my cheek. “You know what this means, right?”
That I’m a goner? Totally head over heels for this chick? I shake my head. “What?”
She hops up and takes my hand to help pull me to my feet. “It’s time to tell my dad.”
27
CONSEQUENCES BE DAMNED
SCARLETT
I goover to Jade’s apartment the next day after the cake testing, and we view all the photos I took, so she can finish her article.
“These are amazing,” she squeals as we look through them together.
The storefront was tucked away on a side street, and the signage was almost non-existent. It’s one of those places you could drive by every day and not know it’s there. I took way more photos than she needed, but the way her face lights up makes me glad I did. She goes through them several times before picking out a handful she thinks she can use in the article.
“What are you doing this weekend?” I ask her after she’s picked her favorites.
“Sam’s frat is having a party.”
“Is it weird going to frat parties now that you’ve graduated?”
“So weird.” She sighs. “I think it might be time to break up with him.”
“You said that two months ago, and then you moved in with him,” I remind her. I never expected Jade to date him as long as she has. He’s a nice guy, but they don’t really have anything in common. When Jade was working at the bar, it was convenient to date someone who also worked at night, so their schedules lined up, but she’s moving on, and he’s still very much enjoying the college life.
“Who am I to talk,” I say. “I am dating a hockey player after swearing I’d never date another professional athlete.”
“Leo is not Rhyse.”
I murmur my agreement. She’s right about that.
“We’re going to tell my parents on Sunday.”
“Really?” A smile takes over her face.
“Yeah. He’s so nervous. It’s adorable.”
“Are you kidding?” Jade snorts. “I’d be nervous to tell Coach Miller I was sexing his daughter on the regular, too.”
I roll my eyes, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a little apprehension about it myself. “It’ll be fine. Leo’s a good one.”
“Yeah.” She bobs her head, and the body language and tone of her voice tell me she isn’t saying everything she’s thinking.
“What?”
“It’s nothing.”
I slump forward and meet her gaze. “Don’t hold out on me.”
