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"I guess we'll find out." I leave out the part about my first date tonight. I'll need to sneak away after this event to make it, but it'll be worth it.

"Wow, I swear you guys never cease to amaze me. We got Ryker having a baby with my sister. Zane suddenly married to the love of his life. You're about to match with your perfect sexual fantasy girl," Landry says, turning to Hicks. "Soon, it'll be just you and me."

"And then there were two," Hicks says, slapping a hand on Landry's shoulder.

"You're both so dramatic. This is why I didn't say anything. And it goes without saying, but you’re both sworn to secrecy, got it?”

“I agree to nothing of the sort. I will use this information as emotional blackmail however I see fit,” Hicks says.

I flip him off and he smirks.

"Look, I'm just glad you took matters into your own hands. If I had to see you get catfished on one of those other apps one more time, I was going to start an app of my own," Hicks admits. "I'd call it Save the Pastor's Son. You'd be the only male user, and real girls with sympathy in their hearts would sign up to bang the misery out of you."

Landry lets out another boisterous laugh, shaking his head next to him.

"Wow. Revolutionary," I say. "Really appreciate the sentiment."

"That's what friends are for," Hicks says, flashing one of his charming smiles.

"And if I were to start one, I'd call it Chiclets for Dicklets," Landry says. "That way fuckboys with missing teeth would have a chance at true love."

He smiles wide and looks over at Hicks, who punches him in the shoulder.

"I got them fixed, okay. Nobody can even tell. It's the greatest disappearing act. I sleep with a girl, and as soon as I want her to leave, boom. Remove the teeth. She bolts before I even say another word."

"One day, you'll find one that prefers you with missing teeth. Then you'll be stuck marrying her," I tell him.

"Maybe, but until that happens. I'm going to have my fun."

We stay quiet the rest of the drive. Tonight isn't about any of us. Tonight is about serving our city. As our PR manager, Rina Lopez, so nicely put it—giving the rich ladies of Houston what they want for the sake of the children.

And apparently, what the rich ladies want is a chance at claiming their favorite Heatwave hockey player for a date all to themselves.

We pull up to the hotel. The parking lot is full and the front doors are adorned with signs and balloons that tell everyone exactly what's taking place inside.

Welcome to the Date-a-Player Heatwave Charity Auction.

Landry glances down at his phone. "Shit, Rina's already sending her search dogs. Let's go boys."

Chapter 4

Libby

"Excuse me, sir,” I shake my empty glass, and the man turns around and places a full one in front of me.

"This is fun," Kesley says in the chair beside me.

Zane has his arm over the back of her chair as he scans the room.

"It's a full house. I didn't think a bunch of smelly hockey players would attract so much attention," he says.

I sip my newest glass of champagne and savor the bubbles as they fizz down my throat, opening my BlindBang app to check for messages from strangerDanger23—nothing.

I want to message him. To tell him I can't wait for our date tonight. For him to make good on all his filthy promises. But I also don't want to let on just how desperate I am for it.

So I suck down another glass.

"You wanna...slow down there, Lib?" my brother warns me. "The auction hasn't even started."