Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
We leave right away and go back down to the parking garage to get my car. The whole way, Dex is tense, his shoulders hunched, and I hate that the happiest person I know could be this stressed.
Dex doesn’t stress about anything, not until this marriage fiasco anyway. He always goes with the flow, he’s up for fun, and he doesn’t have to think too hard. He’s not a problem solver because he’s never had any problems.
I hate seeing him go through this. As soon as we get on the road, I feel like I need to reassure him. But how? My brain can only come up with one solution, and I have to say, I’m not a fan of it.
“Maybe …” Ugh. I can’t believe I’m about to say this. “Maybe we should think about getting a divorce earlier than planned.”
Dex turns in his seat, his eyes wide. I glance at him, hating that he looks so hurt and lost. I want to take that away.
“You want a divorce?”
“This marriage has done nothing but stress you out. The logical thing to do to stop it is to just … end it.”
“You don’t want to be married to me anymore,” Dex says. He turns away and looks out the window. “I didn’t realize you were so unhappy.”
“I’m not unhappy. You are. I didn’t know one piece of paper could strip away my best friend.”
“It’s not just a piece of paper though, is it?”
“Isn’t it? What’s changed between us after getting married other than the physical stuff? Nothing. We’re still best friends, we’re still each other’s number one priority. Nothing in our friendship has actually changed. The only difference apart from sex is how much stress it’s put you under. Taking that out of the equation, what do we have left? The same best friends we always were.”
Dex goes quiet for the rest of the drive, but we’re only a couple of minutes away. When I pull into the parking lot at the rink, he goes to get out, but I grip his arm to stop him.
“Are you okay?”
He glares, catching me off guard. “Sure, why wouldn’t I be okay? You have it all figured out.”
“No, I don’t have it figured out. That’s why we’re here. I’m trying to give us options.”
“And your immediate thought is divorce. Good to know where your head is at, then.” Dex pulls free of me and marches toward the building.
I can’t catch up to him in time before Graham meets us at the entrance. It must be bad for him to be out here waiting for us.
“We have press and media turning up within the hour. We need to get our story straight to make a statement when they get here.”
We follow him into his office, where Coach Roland and our GM, Walter Reid, are waiting.
I swallow hard. This is bigger than big.
The word trade flashes through my head over and over.
“What exactly did the article say?” I ask.
Graham looks at Dex. “When did you and Jessica break up exactly?”
“Like, what date?” Dex squeaks. “How am I supposed to remember?”
“Was it before or after you and Tripp got married?”
Dex looks at me, then back at Graham. His lips part, but no sound comes out.
“Was it the morning after you two tied the knot?”
Dex finds his voice. “Technically, it was the same day, but I texted her before we even planned to get married to check if it was over, and she didn’t write back until the next morning.”
Graham hangs his head. “That’s what I was afraid of. There are claims you were cheating on her the whole time. We need you both to come clean over this whole thing and hope that the fans won’t hate you for lying to them.”
Cheating? Dex? There’s no way. A surge of anger hits me that anyone could say that about him.
Coach leans forward. “I’ve been in talks with the LA team. We’re trying to work out a trade.” His gaze darts between both Dex and me. “If this goes the way we’re predicting it to, we might have to—”
“I’ll go,” Dex blurts. “Trade me.”
“Wait,” I say. “We were talking on the way over here, and what would happen if we tell everyone that we’re getting divorced? That Dex was feeling down about his breakup, so we got married because he didn’t want to be alone—and there was no cheating. It was all a spur-of-the-moment, spontaneous thing that we tried to make work, but we’ve realized we’re better off as friends. It’s not a complete lie, but it shows that we have been taking our marriage seriously.”
“Until now,” Dex says so low I’m not sure the others hear him.
Graham, Coach, and the GM look at each other before nodding in agreement.
“We can try that,” Graham says. “But we can’t promise anything. We don’t know how the public will react.”