Page 46 of Ruin The Friendship

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Lydia

Wow, it only took you thirty seconds after you walked off the ice to boast about it. I think that’s a new record.

Fletcher

Thirty five seconds. You have a delay, remember?

Lydia

How could I forget.

It was a beautiful goal. Sorry you guys couldn’t pull the win.

Fletcher

Oh well. We’ll get the next one.

Miss you

Fletcher

You’re going to watch the game tonight, right?

Lydia

Of course, I always do unless I’m coaching, you know that.

Fletcher

I’m going to score a goal for you tonight.

Lydia

For me? Why?

Fletcher

I’m going to show you that I’m in it to win it. Make sure you’re watching.

I’ll call you before the game.

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MORE THAN FRIENDS

LYDIA

FIFTEEN WEEKS PREGNANT

Something has changed with Fletcher since that lunch with my parents. It’s been so hard having him out of town for the last two weeks, only available for scattered text conversations and quick calls before games. He was off for the first half of the road trip, but in the second half, it was like he turned into a brand-new player.

Even his messages had a different tone. Dare I say, almost flirtatious? I shake my head. No. I’m overthinking this.

When he gets home, I’m going to talk to him. I can’t stop thinking about his offer to be the father to my baby. But that had to have been a spur-of-the-moment thing. I mean, there’s no way he was serious.

It’s past eleven at night, and I’m sitting on the couch working on my latest crochet project. My wrist is finally feeling better, so I haven’t been wearing the brace at all this week. The front door opens, and Fletcher walks in, lookingabsolutely exhausted. His bag is slung over his shoulder, and he drops it to the floor, kicking off his boots.

“Hey, you,” I say.

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