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Prologue

Damn You, Memories

LILY

“I have a brown belt in karate”

“And I have a black belt in kick your fucking ass”

These are the words that keep repeating inwith Randy’s promises: “I can take your aset all about that dickface ex of yours Wanna find out if I’ht?”

I drag my pal I’ve been trying to sleep for the past five hours Between two and three Ior ain

I cram my head under the pillow, as if it’ll act as a barrier between my brain and the ive in If I stop fighting the fantasies, ht I roll over onto es come I’m instantly transported back in time

Okay, that’s not even re clarity, my introduction to NHL superstar Randy “Balls” Ballistic, the newest addition to Chicago’s team

I’d been ca in the northern Canadian wilderness with Benji, my jerkwad boyfriend; Sunny, my best friend; and Kale, Benji’s best friend and Sunny’s ex The experience had not been all that pleasant After seven days with no running water, I’d been desperate to disappear the forest on s and bask in the wonders of a hot shower at Sunny’s brother’s cottage in Muskoka I also needed to tackle the er

Before the trip I’d canceled my appointment with roceries for the trip I was also angry with Benji, so I let rown a horrible, patchy, ugly beard, so I’d done the sas to see how much he liked it when I rubbed it all over his daave me the opportunity to do so very often