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“Okay,” I sigh. “I thought I was gonna have to talk you off a ledge.”

“I would never. I love him as a person like a brother, but I would never have a crush on him.”

I nod in agreement, taking another bite of ice cream.

“Guess again,” she says.

Oh, we’re playing this game. I take a moment to think. She takes care of the equipment, which means it could be any hockey player on the team. “Is he just on the team or is he a boy at the Hawthorne House?”

She shrugs.

I narrow my eyes. “Is it Percy?”

“Percy is the most polite person on planet earth, and I would have to be polite back which means I would die.”

I ask, “You would die from being polite.”

She nods. “I would shrivel up.”

I blink. “Okay.”

“He would have to be able to handle my brother,” she says with big eyes. “Otherwise, I can’t waste my time.”

I look over at her and wonder who on earth could take on Benson Reeve. Maybe I’m biased, but he’s massive. He’s tall, muscular, and is rational. Nobody can mess with a man that’s rational. He’s always one step ahead.

“Does he like you back?”

She shakes her head. “It’s just an one-sided crush for now. He may have given me two minutes of his time, and now I’m like –– in love. He has a good smile, and he can cook.”

I sit with that for half a second. “Rowan?”

She squeezes her eyes shut and nods.

“G!”

“I know.” She looks overly excited to tell me this bit of information.

“Rowan?” I ask again. No way.

She nods. “He’s so nice. I don’t have his number or anything, but––” she shrugs, “I have my eyes on him. Do you know if he’s seeing anyone?”

I shake my head. “No, the boys follow the Hawthorne House rules.”

She deadpans. “Not Benson.”

I roll my eyes.

She continues, “He broke the rules, so now the boys are going to follow suit.”

I wince. “You think so? They seem to have a strong pact.”

“It’s their senior year, Lucy. That’s the best time to Camdenk the rules.”

I smile. “Yeah, true.”

Then the thought of Benson leaving soon hits me. It’s not an emotion I’m ready to deal with, so I shove it down.

“Rowan is nice,” I say. “He actually invited me to dinner tonight, but I canceled because I made plans with you instead.” I frown, feeling bad about it.