She reached out and squeezed my hand. “No, but just be cautious. Hopefully, he’s nothing like Roger. I mean, Roger was smooth, I’ll give him that.”
“Too smooth.”
“So, what do we know about Gabe? Aside from him being a goalie and a great kisser.”
“I never said he was great,” I grumbled.
“Your tone right now, and the expression you had on your face the other day when he texted, told me all I needed to know on that.” She grinned.
“Not funny. My expression was completely normal.”
“Ah, I’d go with dreamy.”
“I’m not really dating him,” I muttered.
“Close enough. Maybe it will turn into more.”
“Stop it right there. I just got rid of Roger, remember? I’m not going right back into dating someone else, especially not another hockey player. My therapist is going to have a field day with this. Dad’s a goalie, ex is a goalie, and now fake boyfriend is a goalie.”
Belinda chuckled, and I glared.
“Come on. It’s funny when you list it all out.”
I pouted. “No, it’s not.”
“Sure, sure. So, not really dating, but what do you think is going to happen when you have to kiss Gabe again? For show, of course, but it’s still kissing.”
“It’ll be fine. Professional.”
She burst out laughing. “Professional kissing? What does that even mean?”
I just glared at her, but she carried on, ignoring me.
“Seriously, who the hell are you trying to convince?”
“It’s the truth.”
She nodded. “Sure it is, Dani. Well, I don’t care, as long as he’s not a dick and Roger gets the message and backs off. Meanwhile, have some fun.”
“I’m not in the mood to have fun with Gabe—or anyone, for that matter.”
“Okay, fine. Just for show, I get it. Going to great lengths just for show though—first date, first couple photo on social media.”
“It’s allfake.”
She quirked her brow at me again. “That smile you had didn’t look fake.”
“It was for the cookie. You know they’re my favorite. And apparently his.” I mumbled that last part.
“What was that?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s his favorite cookie, too.”
“See? You’re perfect for each other.”
“Don’t you have a session coming up soon?”
She waved her hand at me. “Yeah, yeah. I know when I’m not wanted.” She faked a pout. “You know you deserve to have some fun, right? Gabe seems nice, so just go with it. Plus, it looks like Roger saw it.”
