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From the best selling series, Something So comes the spin-off This is…
All my life, I’ve said I will never date a hockey player. I know better because I’ve seen and lived it all. My father is a hockey god, my brother is the captain of the most successful NHL team in the world, and my brother-in-law also plays in the league.
Their lives are complicated, so I went in the opposite direction.
I fell in love with a scholar. But instead of proposing marriage, he broke up with me.
Three months later, I saw his engagement picture on Instagram. I couldn’t let him get away with that. No, it didn’t matter what, I was going to make that man see that I did not need him.
I was in the running to pass my point record from last year, ready to claim the number one spot in the league. On top of my game, I was riding my career high wave.
Then, Hockey’s Princess, Zara Stone tweeted me. She wanted me to crash her ex’s wedding.
The worst that could happen? A PR nightmare. The best? A fun night with a beautiful woman.
It started out as a game—something I’m good at. Her crazy idea twisted into something I wasn’t looking for, something neither of us wanted.
When push comes to shove, one thing runs through my mind:
This is Crazy. Also, this is crazy right.
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“So what are your plans for winter break?” my twin sister, Zoe, asks me while we are on FaceTime. I lean back in the chair and look out the small window in my little home office at the raindrops lingering on the glass. We are both now in New York, but she lives in Soho in my brother-in-law Max’s loft, and I live in Brooklyn in my sister-in-law Karrie’s house.
It was no surprise we both ended up in New York. Our parents live in their house on Long Island, and my brother Matthew is the captain of the New York Stingers. My brother-in-law Max is the assistant of the team. Those two used to hate each other, but now they are always together.
“I have no idea. I have to ask Ed,” I tell her of my boyfriend. We have been dating for over a year now, and I just met his parents, and he met mine. “I feel like something big is going to happen.”
Her eyes go big. “No way. What kind of big? Like big, let’s move in together, or big, let’s buy a mansion and have your sister commission it?” she jokes, and it makes me laugh. As an up-and-coming real estate broker, she is slowly becoming the top player in the game.
“I don’t know,” I tell her. Sitting up, I cross my arms on the desk and lean toward the computer. I’m working from home today, but I will have to go into the office tomorrow morning. And by office, I mean Nordstrom. I have my dream job as personal shopper. I started at the bottom of the chain—sure, my family came in, and I dressed them all—but I finally got my name out there when Tyler Beckett came in one day with his then fiancée Jessica, and I dressed her for the red carpet event where her dress was ruined. They are Hollywood’s royalty, and I dressed them. It was an honor, but what happened next was surreal. They say all it takes is one person, and that really is what it took. Soon, they were booking appointments just for me. Now I’m slowly building up my clientele so I can open my own company called Zara’s Closet. The good news is that even the designers are reaching out to give me samples. It’s a dream come true. “I just feel like something is coming, but I can’t put my finger on it.”
“Well, maybe he’s finally going to propose,” she says, and I open my eyes wide.
“Don’t put it out there in the universe,” I tell her. “It jinxes things. Remember when we put it in the universe about prom?”
She rolls her eyes. “It wasn’t that bad. We both took the top ranked rookies of the year!” She smirks. “We also got a Hummer stretch.”
“We also didn’t lose our virginity like we planned,” I tell her. “Those rookies didn’t even want to hold our hands.”
“That’s because Matthew gave them the dick shrinking talk before they got there,” she reminds me. Since he’s seventeen years older than us, our brother is always blocking the guys from us.
“This is what I’m talking about,” I tell her.
“We were dumped two days before prom because you decided it would be a good idea to put a tracker on his phone.” She shakes her head.
“That’s because I had a feeling he was cheating on me, and you see I was right. I had a feeling in my gut.” I slap my hand on the desk. I knew he was cheating. I felt it because he turned evasive and was all of a sudden always busy.
“You replaced his yearbook picture with picture of a pig.” She laughs now and doesn’t do it quietly.
“You helped me,” I tell her. “You were the one who broke into student life and changed the picture.” She just shakes her head, and I hear the doorbell. “I have to go. Ed is here, so I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Unless you get engaged, then you call me ASAP,” she tells me before I disconnect. Pushing away from the desk, I stand and walk down the steps to the front door. The doorbell rings again as soon as I get to the door, and I unlock it.
“Hey,” I say, smiling at a frowning Ed.
“It’s raining out here, and it took you forever to get to the door,” he says, shaking off his jacket and spraying me with water.
“Well, hello to you too,” I mumble, closing the door behind him as he takes off his shoes. “I didn’t know you were on your way. You didn’t send a text.”
“I was in the area,” he tells me. “I was visiting a client.” I smile and walk to him. He matches my five-feet-eight height. If I wear heels, I’m taller than him—something that he hates—so I only wear heels when he isn’t around. He is wearing a custom-made suit; I should know because I had it made for him. As a financial advisor at the top firm on Wall Street, he’s making a name for himself. “I figured I would come by.”