Page 37 of Hockey Boy
My stomach twists at her strange reaction. Sara was unwittingly the other woman in a cheating scenario not all that long ago. Why isn’t she furious with Aiden?
“Stop smiling like a lunatic. I’m planning his damn wedding, and he almost kissed me.”
Sara pats my hand, her smile placating. “The two of you have history, and Jill is awful. This could be fate stepping in and making things right.”
“I’m not JLo. This is notThe Wedding Planner.This is real life, Sar. I can’tkissthe groom.”
My asshole best friend leans over, scoping out my derriere. “You definitely have JLo’s ass. Actually, yours may be better.”
“Saraaa.” I throw myself back against the cushions. “I’m being serious.”
With a huff, she tosses her hands up. “So am I. Grade-A piece of ass. I’ve seen you shake it. Aiden would be lucky if you let him anywhere near that ass.”
The door flies open as she utters that last word. “Sara.” Brooks groans as he throws his keys into the little pumpkin bowl on the table in the entry. Yes, a pumpkin. In June. My best friend is so basic. “What have I told you about discussing anal and my brothers in the same sentence?”
“But it’s not my anus,” Sara whines.
Brooks darts a look at me, his green eyes bugging out.
Of their own accord, my cheeks clench. “Don’t look at my anus like that.”
Brooks scowls. The bastard is a giant, but most of the time, he’s like a big, sweet teddy bear. Right now? He’s all ogre. “Will the two of you stop saying anus?”
“Bro, weird.” Aiden appears in the doorway, making my heart jump. “Who the fuck says anus?”
“I told you to stay upstairs,” Brooks grits out, roughing a hand down his face.
Sara points to her fiancé. “And I told you to go to his apartment. What are you doing back here? I was just getting to the good part.”
“What’s the good part?” Aiden asks. He drops his shoulder to the doorframe and crosses one ankle over the other, then zeroes in on me.
My face heats at the memory of the last time he was looking at me like this. How he licked his lips. How the world around us went still. How he almost freaking kissed me.
Heart lurching, I jump off the couch. “I’ve got to go.”
“Wait, what?” Sara hops up too. “Brooks, I’m going to kill you.”
Clutching her arm, I fight back tears. “Don’t kill him. It’s me. I have a long day tomorrow. I’ve got to go home and dye my hair anyway.”
“Why?” Aiden straightens, his jaw hardening.
With a shrug, I let out a caustic laugh. “You know the Kennedys.Can’t have their daughter showing up to a family event with pink hair.”
“Len,” Sara says softly, reaching for me.
Sidestepping her, I shake my head. It’s official. The day has caught up to me, and my emotions are taking me off-guard. “I’m okay.” Head down, I beeline for the door. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” I breeze past Aiden, silently praying he doesn’t follow and knowing I’ll never be that lucky.
No fucking wayare we doing this again. I let her walk away without an explanation once. I’m not going to make that mistake again. And I’ve had just about enough of the lack of communication.
I know what I want. Lennox Kennedy. That hasn’t changed in the last decade.
“Where are you going?” Brooks moans as I step out into the hall.
The elevator dings, signaling Lennox’s departure. Dammit. “To talk to Lennox.”
“Yes,” Sara cheers.
I spin and offer her a smile. “Did she say anything about what happened with Ryder?”