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When you’re at your ex’s wedding, and your hockey star fake date saves you by… “You came?” my ex says, his eyes raking over me. “Didn’t think you’d show. And since you’re alone, I just won fifty bucks.” Suddenly a warm hand cups my cheek, and I freeze. “Sorry I’m late, baby. Practice ran over,” Seb murmurs, his lips brushing my skin. “You look beautiful, by the way.” Heat spreads across my cҺєєkƨ. I know exactly what he’s doing, and so does he, and from the look on Morris’ face, it’s absolutely working. Morris blinks, stunned. “You’re Sebastian Blue?” “Yep,” Seb says, sliding an arm around my shoulders. “You a fan?” “I mean, yeah, you could say that,” Morris stammers. “I’m sorry, I just don’t quite understand. Why are you here with her?” “If you’ve got something around, I’m happy to sign it,” Seb cuts in. Morris’ pale face flushes red. For as surprised and horrified as I am that Seb even sҺoѡeɗ up, I can’t deny he’s playing his role so well that I have to bite back laughter. It’s supposed to be their day, but here’s Seb, towering as my plus one, offering to give my ex an autograph. He’s making Morris feel small. And making me feel… ❤️ Read The Spice Play now, free with Kindle Unlimited >>> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DCQBVFDP