Deke (Fake Boyfriend Book 3)

Without a doubt, I know he’s the one for me. The hockey player and the sports journalist making a life together … yeah, I’ll make it happen.

Without a doubt, I know he’s the one for me. The hockey player and the sports journalist making a life together … yeah, I’ll make it happen.

I see Ollie waiting for me when it does sink in, and I can’t help smiling.

I’m a we person now.

“It’s too much? It’s too much. Never mind. I’ll get a job somewhere else. I don’t have to work for the Dragons.”

“Too much?” Ollie asks, his tone soft. “Are you kidding me? It’s everything. Part of me is telling me I don’t deserve it. I … I lo—” His mouth slams shut.

You don’t say to a guy you’ve been officially dating only a few weeks “I gave up my dream job on the off chance you and I work out. No pressure! Wanna fuck?”

“Hey, Damon, you know my boyfriend, right?”

Damon’s eyes are the size of saucers, and they probably match mine.

“Boyfriend?” I croak.

“Hey, Damon, you know my boyfriend, right?”

Damon’s eyes are the size of saucers, and they probably match mine.

“Boyfriend?” I croak.

“Come on, babe. Jump. I’ll catch you.”

“Aww, he called me babe. That’s cute.”

He laughs.

“That was out loud, wasn’t it?”

He nods and holds out his massive hands. “Come on. It’s only a few feet.”

“I don’t regret the tattoo or what it means. Ash was a huge part of my life. He’s part of me. But we had way more problems than my closet door. And even if I were to come out tomorrow, I’m kinda taken with someone else now.” Leaning in, I kiss the side of his neck. “Some gorgeous blond Clark Kent lookalike guy I can’t get out of my head.”

. “You told them the truth.” My words come out all breathy, and I have to clear my throat.

“So?”

“So why are you kissing me? We’re not … you know … together.”

Ollie cups my face. “Because after that? I don’t care if we were lying to them. I want something real. I want …”

The hesitance and doubt must take over, because he can’t finish his sentence.

“I want you too,” I whisper.