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“Everything okay?” I look up from my phone to see Felicity in Kate’s seat.

“Hmm?”

“We lost you for a minute there.” She looks down at my phone.

I quickly pocket it. “Yeah, all fine.”

Riley’s Baris heaving as we step inside, but security quickly ushers Felicity and me to the private booths at the back. Kate left straight after the game to go meet Tom.

“This place is crazy.”

“Yeah.” Felicity laughs, taking my hand and guiding me. “It’s packed on game nights, but the boys like it since they get a private area, and they’re still kind of in the mix of it with the fans, you know?”

“Do you do this every time?” I shout over the noise to her.

She shakes her head. “No. It often depends on the result too.”

Suddenly, she stops about twenty feet from the private area. “Ah, shit.”

“What?”

She steps aside, allowing me to see past her and straight into the path of Amie and her friends. Most are up on the private dance area shaking their asses. Fine asses at that.

I turn to her. “Want to get out of here and text the boys?”

“Hell. No. That’s what she wants. We just ignore her.”

The side of my head burns from the way Amie’s eyes bore into me as we make our way to our designated booth. We order our drinks; I go to order a juice but get shoehorned into a cocktail, which takes a lot of convincing, and Felicity has a Cosmo.

“Do you think she knows we’re officially together?”

Taking a sip, she looks down at the jersey I’m wearing. “No chance.”

Laughter spills out of me. “Fair point. But do you think she’ll ever leave us alone?”

“I don’t know what the score with her and Alex Schneider is, but until she finds a new interest, probably not.” She eyes Amie discreetly over my shoulder. “It’s hard to believe she’s just had a baby.”

I’ve fought hard for the past ten minutes to attempt to ignore her, but curiosity gets the better of me as I try, and fail, to catch an inconspicuous glance at her.

“Yeah, she noticed.” Felicity winces.

“Is she coming over here?”

She shakes her head. “No, but it’s obvious what she’s thinking.”

I raise an inquisitive brow.

“Wherever you are, he is. Wherever I am, Jon is.”

My face scrunches with disgust. “Jon? She’s tried for him too?”

“Babe.” She smiles. “She’s tried for them all at some point.”

“I’m sorry? Who’s tried for them all?” A girl I don’t recognize walks up behind Felicity.

“And you are?” My friend peeks up at her.

“Bryony.”