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“We’re really looking good,” Alfie says.

“Must be all that practice,” Jack deadpans.

I laugh at the two of them as the guys hop over the boards for a line change.

This is fun. This is why I love hockey. Now that we’rewinning, the guys are enjoying themselves more and more. It’s amazing what a few wins can do to boost a team’s confidence.

And by the time the final whistle blows, we’ve won 5-2, scoring an easy empty net goal.

I shake hands with their coach before heading back to the locker room. My first thought is whether Liv will be impressed. A win is a win, but I don’t think it’ll get us any closer to being the most popular sport here.

At least according to her.

God, I really do love her. Even if she insults my sport.

Chapter Twenty-Two

OLIVIA

“This is what you had in mind for tonight?”

I tug at the hem of Tag’s sweatshirt I’m wearing. “I figured if we’re doing new and adventurous things, I might as well conquer some fears. And you can see more of London.”

“On a slide?” he asks.

“Yes.”

After another missed connection with my parents this afternoon, I was frustrated. Tag sensed it and suggested we go out.

I didn’t tell him the real reason I was upset. I don’t want to give my parents any more power over me than necessary.

This time, the telephone barely rang before I was being sent to voicemail. What parents send their daughter to voicemail?

Short of surprising them with a visit to get them to talk to me, I’m not sure what else I can do.

So instead of dinner at the pub, I figured we could go for something more adventurous.

“Not exactly what I thought we’d be doing tonight.”

“Are you scared?” I ask, staring up at the red metal that shoots up from the ground and twists all around the building.

“No. Are you? You don’t like heights.”

“Which is exactly why I want to do this with you.”

Tag eyes me with a wary look. “Is everything okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You don’t take risks, Liv.”

“So? Life doesn’t always have to be neat and orderly.”

“No, but it’s a random weeknight, so seems strange to be going down this souped-up slide.”

I throw a thumb behind my shoulder. “I can do it on my own then.”

“No.” He stops me before I get two steps away. “I never said that. Just checking in to make sure that everything is okay.”