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You said it, not me.

The response was a middle finger emoji, and I snorted.

Then she said,Ok, gotta go talk to reporters. Should be done in about 30 min.

Sounds good. I’ll meet you outside.

I pocketed my phone and steadily made my way out of the stands with the rest of the crowd. I was glad Ty hadn’t made it too far under her skin. At least he hadn’t put a damper on her entire trip.

Maybe tonight, I could find a way to get him out of her mind entirely. Dinner out, maybe? Watch a game on TV or a movie? Hell, we could go to that ax-throwing bar down the road if she wanted to. I could probably even swing by the hotel’s office center and print out some pictures of his face to pin to a target.

I’d feel her out when we got back to the hotel. Whatever she wanted to do, I was down.

Because over my dead body was that asshole ruining Sabrina’s All-Star weekend.

Chapter 22

Sabrina

I was still irritated when we got back to the hotel. I was at the All-Stars, for God’s sake. This was supposed to be fun, not a chance for my ex to mess with me.

But where he went, bullshit followed, and I shouldn’t have even been surprised that he was here.

“You know what?” I looked at Lila as I unbuttoned my suit jacket in our room. “I’ll bet you anything he begged to be here.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You think so?”

“Oh, yeah.” I sat on one of the beds. “He couldn’t give a fuck about our league. In fact, he hates that it even exists.”

“So why would he want to be here? If he doesn’t—” She stopped. “You think he volunteered just so he’d have access to you?”

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” I muttered. “He was pissed that I left while he was at an away game and wouldn’t talk to him except through my lawyer.” I rolled my eyes. “He probably knew he’d stress me out just by being here.”

“That’s a lot of effort just to fuck with a woman who doesn’t want you,” she said dryly.

“I know, right?” I sighed. “But I don’t think his ego has ever recovered from me leaving. Especially the part where I changed my name back.”

“I take it he was angry about that then?”

“Oh my God.” I rolled my eyes and wiped a hand over my face. “When he saw that I’d filed a petition to change my name, he blew up my phone for like a week.”

“Was that something your lawyer would show him? Or something he dug up on his own?”

“I’m pretty sure he dug it up. Ugh. I wish he’d just… I don’t know. Get over it. Get some therapy. Just move on and leave me the fuck alone.”

She laughed humorlessly. “Why do I get the feeling he’s not someone who would get therapy?”

“Oh. He’s not. But hope springs eternal, right?”

“It really does.” Lila watched me for a moment. Then she sat beside me and touched my forearm. “Listen. We’ve got the rest of the night to ourselves. Why don’t we go out, eat some good food, and have a good time?” She grinned as her shoulder rose in a half-shrug. “Maybe he’ll even see us and realize how much fun you’re having without him.”

My laugh felt better than anything had all damn week. And a night out with Lila? Perfect, regardless of what my ex thought. “That sounds like a great idea. Where do you want to go?”

“Um, well…” She pursed her lips and took out her phone. “There are some nice places near the hotel. We might have to make a reservation, or we could just walk in and take our chances.”

“Let’s just take our chances.” I shrugged. “Doesn’t need to be anything fancy. I’m happy to eat in the hotel bar, honestly.”

Lila met my gaze. “Are you sure? I’m sure we can find something nicer.”