Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player novel Chapter 92

let her dodge the question

just this once.

“She didn’t take it well at first, but everyone here is being very careful not to bring it up.” Not that they had much of a choice.

I don’t think too hard about that. Or why I did it.

“Good,” Tess mutters. “One wrong word from anyone, and I’ll have Legal tear their pretentious asses apart, too.”

I huff out a laugh. “Yeah, sure. Would’ve been nice if her best friend actually checked in, but hey, what do I know?”

Silence. A long one.

Then, Tess sighs. “Low blow.”

“You deserved it.”

“Fair.” She sighs, and I try not to think too hard about how tired she sounds. The kind of tired that sits heavy in your bones. She’s not wrong, though. Growing up surrounded by sisters basically turned me into a walking, talking guard dog. Always watching. Always ready to step

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“I’m being immature,” she adds quietly. “This is all so stupid. But I’ll call her, I guess. I just – Her voice dips lower. “I worry, too. She wanted that part of her life buried. Deep. And now I’m terrified this mess will make her revisit shit that doesn’t need revisiting.”

I don’t say anything. Tessa doesn’t need me to fix it, She just needs space to breathe through it.

But I’m listening.

And maybe I’m selfish, but every time she talks about Emilia, it makes me want to know her more. Not the picture–perfect version she tries to paint, never shaken, never hurt. Her.

I want to know what makes her laugh when no one’s watching.

I want to know why she collapsed into me the way she did when that article came out like I was her only lifeline.

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I want to know why she won’t let me in.

Or maybe… why I keep stepping back the second she tries.

But I already know that answer. And I try not to think about it.

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before I can say anything true to form, she

Classic Tessa. Always saying the right thing, right before she disappears.

I stare at the screen for a moment, thumb hovering over the call button.

She’s never had anyone stay.

She does now. Whether she knows it or not.

So I push off the railings and run a hand through my hair.

Time to do some grovelling.

Fake Dating My Ex’s Favourite Hockey Player.

Chapter 93