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His heart was racing too.

I blinked as I struggled not to tear up…again.

“Whatever you say,Socks,” I whispered as his hands stroked down my back.

Every day I was letting this thing between us grow. Rapid heartbeats and sweaty palms.

And feelings.

“How about now, Red? You fall in love with me yet?” he asked.

I squeezed him tight, and like usual, he chuckled at my inability to respond to him.

Although I was pretty sure he knew the answer to that question already.

I should pull away right now. I should leave and run for the hills.

But, of course, I didn’t do that. Instead, I nestled into his chest and soaked in his touch like a dying flower soaking up the last drops of rain.

One more minute, I told myself…

Just one more.

CHAPTER25

LOGAN

Turns out, hiring an escort full time was pretty expensive—even for a professional hockey player.

Sloane was worth every penny, though, while I waited for her to feel comfortable enough to leave the industry. Which was the only reason I had accepted this offer when my agent presented it to me.

A fast-food commercial advertising a burger. Didn’t seem too difficult. He’d been a little vague about the details, but they were paying a shit ton…and I really liked burgers.

So win-win, really.

My phone buzzed as I waited in the dressing room for the makeup and wardrobe people to come in.

Ari: Left the locker room pretty fast after practice, Rookie. Whatcha doing this afternoon?

My eyebrow rose.

Me: That seems oddly suspicious.

Ari: It would only seem suspicious to someone trying to hide something…

Walker: I agree.

I waited for Ari to call him a simp…but it was crickets.

Me: Did Blake give you the look or something…because that was a golden opportunity you just missed, Lancaster.

Ari: What are you talking about?

Walker: Yeah, what are you talking about, York?

Ari: Good one, Disney.

Me: Okay. Now this is getting weird. Walker is clearly simping. The worst case of simpage I’ve ever seen.