Page 43 of Pucking Rebound
Me:
I hope Wade sees it that way.
Piper:
Are you ok?
Me:
Apart from being mad at Graham and feeling a bit stupid for not noticing the money that’s missing from my account, it’s nothing a good night’s sleep won’t fix.
Piper:
Let’s meet up tomorrow for coffee. Meet me at the art gallery.
Me:
Noon? We can do lunch.
Piper:
Perfect. See you then. And Lola?
Me:
Yes.
Piper:
I fucking hated Graham.
Me:
I know and I’m sorry for not listening.
Piper:
I’ll always look out for you.
Me:
I love you, girl.
Piper:
Love you more. Enjoy the hockey.
Me:
See you tomorrow.
Piper:
Can you get me Jordan Miller’s autograph, please? Or his puck. In fact, bring his face for me to sit on.
I blush redder than a tomato. If only she knew his face was between my legs this morning after he spent a whole night fucking Graham out of my system. But, while he did an excellentjob, he went and did something even more spectacular… he fucked himself into my brain, my body, and my soul.
He’s now stuck there, and I don’t want him to leave.
