Page 46 of Match Me if You Can
Fucking hockey players.
“There,” I murmur to Tori. “So, now you see. He’s shown you how he feels.”
She nods.
“And now you have a choice to make, sweetie. You can tell him all that you told me, can find the courage to move forward and pursue this…”
“I’m scared,” she says softly. “Every time I fall for a guy I get hurt, and I’ve fallen so hard for Tyler that I…”
“I know, honey. Which brings you to your other option.” I wait until her eyes are focused on mine. “You can end this now and walk away.”
Her sharp inhale tells me enough.
She’s in too deep to leave now.
“And I think that means I think you have your answer,” I say.
She nods and relief slides through me when the small smile tips her mouth up at the corners. “I think I do too.” She flips the camera around and I see the front of her car…which is parked just down the road from Tyler’s house.
Christ, she hadn’t even made it a block.
“Go to him, sweetheart—”
But I don’t finish the order because then I see Tyler running toward her car in nothing but a pair of boxers. She gasps as the driver’s door is yanked open, and the phone is forgotten as he pulls her out and into his arms.
I listen for a couple of moments, just to make sure Tori is okay.
And when they get to the moaning portion of making up, I hit the button to end the call.
Love.
Ugh.
I take a moment to compose myself after that whirlwind then turn toward the door, jolting when I see it’s open, Ace leaning against the doorjamb, ankles and arms crossed, mouth tipped up into a smirk.
I know I’m going to hate what he has to say, even before the words cross his lips.
And I’m right.
Because he steps forward, closes the door, and drawls,
“So, my fiancée’s truly a romantic.”
EIGHTEEN
Ace
Her scowl is adorable.
But just as quickly as it appeared, it’s gone, masked again by that frosty exterior. “How much did you hear?” she asks quietly.
Everything.
But I don’t say that out loud, just shrug.
And I all but feel the ice thickening around her.
“How’s your head?”
