Flash Marriage To The Billionaire Hockey Star

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inging you here tonight," Carlene Lane said, keeping her voice low wit

r and smoothed the skirt

e in the Lane household had gone from warm to suffocating. To Carlene

ng out the chair across from her. "I just finished my final inter

d comes home to Boston next week," Carlene said, leaning acros

on walks through that front door. Davey Gardne

grown up under the same roof and used to be close, Carlene was terrified I would try t

think of Brodie like that," I said, sw

lead," she snapped, instantly pasting on a bright, fake grin a

into the seat beside me. He gave me a slow, lingering look from head t

lower his voice. "A little plain, Carlene, just l

to be obedient, Davey. Now, you two get to know each other. I

led the table, le

rs at the sommelier and ordered a four-hundred-doll

ack, draping an arm over the back of his ch

small talk, sweetheart," Davey said, not

girl with zero family backing is because Carlene promised t

y made sense. "This isn't a date

t a short, n

compliant wife on my arm anyway. You get a guy making six figures on State Street, and C

why he wasn't even pretending to be polite. In his mind, I was already b

job in public relations?" he continued, leani

uard PR today," I replied, fi

uys and schmoozing at hotel bars. I'm not having my future wife embarrassing me by sucking up to cl

tand both my career and my interest in marryi

ing with sudden malice. He clearly hadn't expect

act, Amaya," he sneered, p

Lane family's charity since you were ten. You're only acting tou

's name right now m

wife?" Davey laughed loudly, drawing star

sing star like Brodie wants his parents' charity case warming his bed? To guys in that league, a g

es from the neighboring tables. Davey leaned

hands. Marry me, do as you're told, and at least you'll hav

years of swallowing insults to keep the peace for my l

ed violently against the hardwood floor.

down!" Davey barked, his face fl

glass of ice water and threw the entir

nto his silk tie. Water dripped from his gelle

rly, looking down at him in the quiet dining room. "And I'd rather sl

eet, knocking his napkin to the floor,

ny idea who you're messing with? I'll make sure Carlene cuts y

I grabbed my cheap wool coat from the back of the chair, tu

y outside the dining room, Carlene rushed out o

g into my path with her face twisted in rage. "I hear

ell your son's agent to find someone else,

. I looked her dead in the eye without flinching, and

. Davey lunged out of the dining room, his suit soaked an

ere, you little tramp?" he snarled, yanking me