The Fake Out: a fake dating hockey romance (Vancouver Storm Book 2)
The Fake Out: a fake dating hockey romance: Chapter 20

AFTER DINNER, a small group of us heads to the Filthy Flamingo. I’m sitting in a booth between Rory and Hayden, across from Jamie, Pippa, and Alexei. Rory’s arm drapes over the back of the booth, over my shoulders, and I can feel the heat of him along my side.

I kissed him. I don’t even think Connor saw, but I didn’t care. I just really, really wanted to kiss Rory again.

The trophy sits on the table in the middle of our group. Every time Connor looked at it during dinner, his jaw ticked in irritation. As soon as dinner was done, he left, muttering about having an early training session tomorrow. I smile to myself.

“What’s so funny, Hartley?” Rory murmurs in my ear.

“Just thinking about how we kicked Connor’s ass.” The way Rory laughed as we ran up the stairs replays in my head. His smile stretched ear to ear, boyish delight radiating from him.

I liked it, and I’m itching to see it again.

I suck in a tight breath. It’s pretend. Guys like Rory and Connor, they can have whatever and whoever they want. I’m not going to get attached.

It feels different with Rory, though, and I can’t put my finger on how. Maybe it’s that I’ve got his full attention, whereas with Connor, I was always an afterthought. My thoughts flip to earlier in the closet with the stained-glass window, how I asked if we were friends.

Rory’s fingers find my hair, playing with it. Prickles skitter down my spine when he touches the top of my shoulder. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Have you settled on a date yet?” Hayden asks Pippa and Jamie about their upcoming wedding.

Pippa smiles, fiddling with her engagement ring, and looks at Jamie. The corner of his mouth tips up as his arm slides from her shoulder down to her waist.

“Not yet,” she says, still smiling up at Jamie. “Sometime in the spring.”

That strange pang hits my chest, the one I feel sometimes when I watch them, and my mind returns to Rory sitting beside me. The gift he got me. How he kissed me when he saw me tonight. How he kissed me upstairs in the hallway so fervently, like I was so necessary to him.

My heart gives another pleasant twang, and I rub it away.

Pippa arches an eyebrow at Hayden. “Are you bringing a date?”

His grin widens. “Nope. I’m thinking about picking up one of your cute musician friends.”

She rolls her eyes. “You dog, you.”

“I’m not a dog,” Hayden protests, laughing. “I never lead girls on. They know I’m not looking for anything serious.” He lifts a big shoulder. “It’s easier that way, with our schedules and trades and stuff.”

My brow wrinkles. I’ve always lumped him in with the rest of the hockey players who have a new hookup every week because they can.

I’m not looking for anything serious and it’s easier that way is what I say about relationships, though, and now I’m wondering what his deal is.

With my one-time-only hookup rule, if I were a guy, I’d probably be called a player, too.

“There’s something we wanted to ask you two,” Pippa tells me and Rory, and I pull my attention back to the conversation. Her hands wring in her lap. “Will you be my maid of honor, Hazel?”

Emotion stings my eyes, sharp and sweet, and I blink it away fast. For the first time, it hits me: my baby sister is getting married. She’s fallen in love with a truly great guy who loves her more than anything. A man I actually like and trust, and she’s so wildly happy.

All I ever wanted was for her to be happy.

“Of course I will,” I tell her, my voice thick. “You didn’t even need to ask.”

She shrugs, smiling. Her cheeks are pink. “I know. It’s just going to be a big day and I need you there.”

My heart clenches with love. “Come here,” I say, and Hayden and Alexei move so we can slide out of the booth.

She tackles me in a big hug, almost tripping over her dress, and I laugh into her hair, squeezing her as hard as she’s squeezing me. Since we were little, that’s how we’ve hugged each other. As tight as we can.

“Love you,” she whispers into my hair.

“Love you, too.”

We sit back down, and Rory’s hand traces the top of my shoulders. He’s watching me with a little smile, and my skin goes warm. He saw all of that. I’m not used to him seeing me all hugging and loving. I glance away, embarrassed.

Across the table, Pippa gives Jamie a meaningful look. He clears his throat and turns to Rory. “I need a best man.”

Rory’s hand stills on my shoulder. “Yeah, you probably do.”

Jamie’s eyebrows lift. “You up for it?”

A beat passes. “Only if you’re sure.” There’s a hesitant note to his words.

It feels like he doesn’t think he deserves this. My heart aches.

“I’m sure.” Jamie gives him a nod. “I want you to do it.”

Rory relaxes, and his fingers go back to brushing long, distracting strokes over my skin. “You know I’m in.”

Jamie sits back. “Good.”

“Yeah. Good.” I catch the side of Rory’s smile.

There’s a pause where no one says anything before Pippa gestures between them with exasperation. “Hug each other.”

Rory chuckles and Jamie actually smiles as we all move out of the booth. They stand and give each other a masculine, backslapping hug. When Rory drops back down beside me, it’s me who’s watching him with a little smile. He shoots me a wink before shifting closer, and his hand lands on the part of my shoulder that meets my neck. A second later, his fingers toy with the neckline of my dress, sending shivers and tingles down my back.

The guys start talking about their upcoming game, but I’m half listening, focused on the tickling sensation of his fingers on me and thinking about the fun we had earlier, bounding up the stairs and laughing like kids. He was so different from the flat, unimpressed version of Rory I see on the ice. He was lit up, glowing from within.

I want to see that version of Rory Miller again.

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