He has designated himself as my babysitter, and while it’s fun messing with him, being bound by curfews and rules has never worked for me. I’ve got Lane’s sole focus now in all the wrong ways. It might have been a stunt to get the attention of Lane Pierce, San Jose’s new PR manager, but I didn’t realize what the consequences would be when I did it. Losing Tripp? It’s not an option.Īfter a little mishap in an alleyway with CCTV, my public image needs fixing. This PR nightmare could lose me the only person I’ve ever loved. Not only does it have team management breathing down my neck, but it puts a strain on my friendship with Tripp. According to ex-girlfriends, that makes me “irresponsible.”īut the solution I come up with to get over my fear of commitment might be my dumbest idea yet. What more do I need? To settle down? No thank you. I have hockey, and I have my best friend, Tripp. It’s what I’m known for, and usually I don’t let it get to me.
They say Dexter Mitchale is my weakness, but if that’s true, I don’t want to be strong.
I can’t leave him in a time of need, even if my friends say it’s my biggest downfall. If there’s one thing I hate more than being hurt, it’s seeing Dex struggle. But when his relationship falls apart and he turns to me for comfort, I cave immediately. Years of pining have left me exhausted, and I need a break from Dex. The worst part of being in love with my straight best friend is the fact he’s too oblivious to see it. That doesn't stop us from falling into bed together over and over again. Not even when my possessive streak awakens. And okay, maybe he's the sexiest man I've ever known. He's cocky, obnoxious, and has an ego bigger than Massachusetts. My hockey image is one I've carefully cultivated, and after one night with Ezra Palaszczuk, I risk it all. I've worked for years to be one of the best in the league, and l've done it without splashing my orientation all over the tabloids. When it comes to hockey, I'm all about the game. He rivals me for most egotistical puck boy in the league.
He says I'm the one with the ego, but he can talk. Not even a one-night stand with him can thaw his misplaced animosity toward me. That would imply I care what the winger from Philly thinks of me. If it weren't for Anton Hayes, my life would be perfect.
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