“What’s so funny?”
I angle my phone.
He makes a face.
I giggle.
I scroll down some more.
‘KAZ LINDSTRÖM STEPS OUT IN STYLE WITH STUNNING, MYSTERY BLONDE AT LAST NIGHT’S ACTIVE KIDS GALA’
Oh my God, the press called me stunning?
I do a little happy dance.
“What?” Kaz frowns.
I show him the headline.
His frown dissipates. “For once, the press got it right. You were stunning last night.”
Be still my beating heart. This man.
I return my attention to my phone.
‘KAZ LINDSTRÖM SPOILS NEW GIRLFRIEND WITH IMPRESSIVE COLLECTION OF DESIGNER BLING’
Yes, the man totally spoiled me.
‘KAZ LINDSTRÖM AND MYSTERY BLONDE—STAND OUT COUPLE AT LAST NIGHT’S ACTIVE KIDS GALA’
I type my ex’s name in the search bar.
‘CHETT FROSTBURG ESCORTED OFF THE PREMISES AFTER NHL PLAYER DISPLAYS AGGRESSIVE BEHAVIOR AT CHARITY GALA’
‘CHETT FROSTBURG: TALENTED NHL PLAYER. TOO BAD HIS ATTITUDE SUCKS’
I scroll down a little more, and cringe.
‘IS KAZ LINDSTRÖM DATING HIS EX-STEPSON’S EX-GIRLFRIEND?’
Okay, that last one makes me come across like a puck bunny.
“What’s the verdict, Harley? Is anybody talking about Chett and me?”
I hand him my phone.
He nods. “It’s not as bad as I expected.”
“No, it’s not. Are Chett or Devlyn invited to this afternoon’s lunch?”
“That was the one condition I had before I accepted. So, we won’t have to deal with either of them today.”
“Good—”
My phone rings.
Kaz hands it back to me.
