My "Broke" Fake Boyfriend Is A Secret Hockey God

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washed over me. I took a deep, shaky breath, plaster

again. She quickly dropped it, her face breaking

darted past my shoulder to the towering man standing in my living room. She gaspe

ed frantically

, flashing a charming, easy smile, and extended his hand. "It's a

thly it sounded like a simpl

ok his hand. "Oh, please, call me Karen! My, y

, group photos of Mason from years ago. He had never possess

ace with a critical eye. She turned to Beckett with an approving nod. "You'

d floor to open up a

. "She's not lazy, Karen. She's just incredibly busy with

led. She looked at Beckett like

the cushion next to her. "Come,

pour glasses of water, watching as my mom launched into a full-scale interrogation. She ask

ing new contracts," making his unemployment sound respectable and ambitious. He casually mentioned

t my eye over her shoulder. He shot me a long, playfully exh

us, that my stomach did a strange little flip. I guiltily aver

o getting married?"

opped the g

ession shifting into one of absolute sincerity. "Karen, I love Harper more than anything. I want to give he

but had also managed to make himself look like

ching her chest. "Did you hear that? What a wonder

hat felt more like

watched in awe as Beckett played the role of t

decided to take a nap in my room. The moment her bedroom door clicked s

ed, keeping my voice low s

arms over his chest and looking completely at ease. A

p voice dropping a registe