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“It’s okay. So… you’re not mad at me for dating your brother and not telling you?” Keanu’s eyes connect with mine, and it almost seems like there’s a hidden question there meant only for me.
“I was a little hurt, but… well, I’ve been keeping a secret from you too.”
“Oh, about your engagement? I know.”
“What the fuck!” I mouth while throwing my hands up in the air.
“What? Did Keanu tell you?”
“Eh… yeah.”
Keanu throws an I’m sorry look in my direction. Like that’s going to help.
“I’m going to kill him.”
I cross my arms and shake my head.
“Don’t be hard on him. It was an honest mistake. It kind of slipped out.”
She sighs. “I’m not that mad. I know Keanu can’t keep a secret. I only told him because I didn’t think there would be a chance he could tell you. I’m really surprised that you guys got together. The hate was strong between you two.”
Keanu looks at me again. “You know what they say about hate and love.”
“Oh my, Leigh. Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for my brother.”
My heart stops beating for a second, and in the next, it’s beating at supersonic speed.
“Too soon to tell. We’re having fun.”
God, does he think that’s true? My chest becomes heavy suddenly, and I decide that I’ve heard enough of the conversation. I also need to get Keanu pads and painkillers.
Before he notices how his answer affected me, I leave. I’m not sure why it disappointed me. He’s pretending to be me, and I’d never confess my true feelings while he’s standing in the room. I don’t even know what my true feelings are.
That’s a lie. I know exactly what’s going on, but I can’t deal with it right now.
26 KEANU
When Leigh said the discomfort would only get worse, she wasn’t kidding. As a hockey player, my threshold for pain is pretty high, but the cramps I’ve endured for the past hour are nothing short of debilitating. I couldn’t do anything besides lie in bed and pray for the nightmare to be over. I’m beginning to think whoever cursed us was solely trying to punish me. Leigh was just collateral damage.
“How are you feeling?” She enters the room, carrying a tray with tea.
“When are the painkillers going to take effect? I’m dying here.”
“You should start feeling better soon. Simon called and asked if he could come by.”
I groan. “I don’t want him to see me like this.”
“Why not?”
“Come on, Leigh. This is super humiliating.”
Her gaze narrows. She sets the tray on the nightstand somewhat hard, spilling some of the tea. “Good to know you feel this way.”
“Don’t get mad. This is like you getting a hard-on in front of Simon.”
Her face turns bright red before she averts her eyes. “Don’t remind me of that.”
After much insistence, she finally told me what happened in the dressing room, and the whole time, she wouldn’t look at me. It sucks that Simon finally had the courage to come out to me when I wasn’t present, but at least he did it.
