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“Hi.” Lifting my hand in a small wave, I slid in next to Chloe.

“You’re Harleigh Wren’s sister, right?”

“That’s me.”

“Cool. So is it true you’re like so rich your dad owns a private jet, because I heard—”

“Dude, not cool.” The other guy elbowed his friend with the verbal diarrhea.

“What? It’s just a question.”

“You’ll have to excuse Warner,” he added, and I deduced he was Greg. “He doesn’t get out much.”

“Fuck you, man. I was only—”

“It’s fine.” I gave them a tight smile. “But no, he doesn’t own a private jet.”

“Too bad.” Warner frowned. “How come you decided to come cheer for the Hawks? Unless you’re here as a double agent. I wouldn’t put it past the Devils to send in a—”

“Seriously, asshole.” Greg shot me an apologetic look. “If it’s any consolation for this idiot, I think it’s cool you came to support your sister’s guy and his friends.”

“Thanks, and congrats on the win.”

“Hells yeah. We’re in the playoffs baby.” Warner banged his fists on the table, making Chloe shriek.

“You really are an idiot.”

“A good-looking one though, right?” He waggled his brows, and she gave him a playful smirk.

“The jury is still out,” she said.

“I’m sure I can win you over.”

Greg rolled his eyes, casting his gaze over to where my sister was sitting. “You might have to win over big bro too, if the death stare he’s giving you is any indicator. And who’s the other guy? I don’t recognize him.”

I glanced over, surprised to find Nate glaring in this direction too.

Interesting.

I caught Chloe’s eye and arched a brow.

What are you playing at?

Boys. So fickle.Her eyes seemed to say.

It might backfire.I narrowed my gaze, and her lips curved with amusement.

“Warner is cute,” she mouthed, giving a little shrug as he looked at something on his phone.

Greg snorted, having noticed our exchange. “You’re really pretty,” he said, changing the subject.

“Uh, thanks.” My cheeks flushed at his brazen compliment.

“Maybe we—” He stopped, his eyes flickering with confusion.

“What’s wrong?” I turned slowly, instantly regretting it.

Zane was back at his table, staring right at me. No, not me… Greg.


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